Redsand Canyon tactile

Considering they’d met all of five minutes ago, Towhee wasn’t expecting anything substantial. When he compared her to two of Mereo’s other women, she blinked expressionlessly. He must mean Aquene and Tamar. His next remark made her eyebrow arch slightly. She didn’t really take offense at his continued frankness, but she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant about her womanhood.

I know I’m not ladylike at all but I’m definitely female, Towhee concurred firmly. And the reason I talk funny is because I’m deaf. That particular observation—that her speech was unique—didn’t bother her in the least. Not many wolves brought it up to her, though Towhee wasn’t shy about her missing sense and its indicators. She didn’t mind an opportunity to educate someone, or introduce them to the wonder of Ptero, especially in the name of accommodation.