Redhawk Caldera Stay away from the streets [m]

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Whatever idea Towhee had about what songs sounded like was...Well, much less than tuneful, even to a tone-deaf wolf like Niamh. She felt her skin prickle with goosebumps as Towhee CaTeRwAuLeD at her, spouting obscenities that were probably loud enough for some of their other packmates to hear if they were in the area. She shuddered to think what her little songbird of a son might have thought had he heard his Towma singing right now- but Towhee's antics did not fail to amuse her, and make her laugh so hard she thought one of her ribs had popped out of place. It didn't stop her from leaping into action as soon as Towhee's bewildering squawking cut off, though.

-“It ain't about the size of the stick,”- She cried out- as in truth, Niamh was no better off singing than Towhee was. A flock of birds that had been perched in a tree nearby took flight, beating a path straight away from the odd couple of howling wolves. Niamh shimmied and swung around to do the best 'twerk' she could possible manage, as a wolf, with her tail waving suggestively in Towhee's direction. -“It's about the motion of the ocean!”- She laughed, and pranced around. -“And it-it-it ain't about how deep ya dig the hole, it's about scraping the bajeeeeezus outa the sides,”- She said, her face wreathed in rage-laugh-lines. Even the ptero for her words was lewd- but she did her best to make them into something almost graceful, like a mildly graphic interpretive dance.