Redhawk Caldera And a voice, with the fear of a child, answers.

Didn't dig them birds. Never moss angry sheep after. Reyes explained over again, this time thinking he was elucidating on the subject. 

He ran his tongue over his teeth again and grinned emphatically so that Towhee could look at them. It felt like he'd lost one molar and one of his teeth from the middle of his muzzle on one side; his gums were bloodied.

Gull? Pissing sheep. He flexed his jaw after saying this, feeling the tension in the jaw muscles and down his neck, through his shoulders. He tried to stand up properly and felt immediately sick so he sank down again. Ugh, busy. Dad line.