Redhawk Caldera but how was i to know that my war zone woman

-mom,- tzar's sigh is a heavy burden of a thing, paws clumsily signing in ptero solely for her benefit though he knows she can read his lips well enough. and his facial expression, which was a thinly veiled, if barely present, attempts at concealing exasperation.

complete with an eye roll and everything.

-you disobeyed me.- comes @Towhee Jr's sharp retort, teeth snapping at him. a harmless gesture — a gesture of her frustration.

-it's not that big of a deal!- tzar's pitch rises, ptero moving faster. jerky movements as he feels his familiar guard settling like a shield wall 'round him. a tight formation that even his mother's wrath could not burn down.

-did you find what you were looking for?- her movements are conduits for her own anger: stubborn son and mother staring one another down.

-only ghosts that haunted my every step.- the words taste metallic and his scowl deepens.