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

-i told you, you would find no happy ending if you pursued this.- towhee jr's ptero is sharp, just as disapproving as the expression upon her face.

tzar readies a reply, lips parting, paw hovering in mid-air when the howl raises. his ear twitches, prepared to ignore it, but it was the arrival of another of whom almost barrels into them as they argue with one another that earns the full force of his scowl.

jr's snap at his shoulder and the other woman's apology keeps the sharp barbs of his tongue at bay. he glowers, shooting his mother a withering look. -i'll go.- he signs and says suddenly, decisively, turning towards the direction of the howl abruptly as his mother does the same, heading in the opposite direction.

presumably to cool off just as he needed to.