Redhawk Caldera Now you're calling all the boys home

-morning.- steps pause to allow towhee to sign the return greeting in ptero. scents of fox and deer draw to towhee jr's attention that she might've interrupted and intercepted hotah in the middle of hunting. sheepish expression makes its home upon her expression, ears fluttering to rest at half mast atop her skull; useful only in helping her communicate through body language.

ha! the noise of amusement is breathy, soft in her throat; felt in the vibration of her vocal chords. -i'm not easy to wake, so do not worry.- ghost and to her chagrin tzar have mastered the effect of waking her: usually by nipping her notched ear or shoving her shoulder until she awoke.

-i was on my way to patrol but i crossed your scent trail and figured i'd see if you wanted company.-