Redhawk Caldera The Dream of Atlanta

He'd heard her call out for backup not long before arriving, so it didn't surpise him that she wanted to head out. But it was with something he read as a sort of obligation that she invited him along with her, after his thinly veiled bid for attention. He felt a bit sheepish; maybe he was infringing on her alone time. It was so hard to read the women in his life; hard to know if they wanted him around, or f they wanted to push him away. And when he felt them pushing him away, sometimes it felt like it was a test to see if he'd go, or remain. So confusing; he could only hope he was doing things right. 

He caught the glint of her side-eye and he smiled sheepishly. He knew that that was a hint that she'd watch for communications- but it was a bit of a disappointment that she wasn't willing to just sit down, face him, and let him scream at her how excited he was. He wanted a conversation, but...He also didn't want to traipse over her exhaustion with his exhuberance. He probably should have tried to see if maybe she wanted to talk- maybe if she had frustrations she wanted to air, or maybe she just wanted to hear someone ask her how her day was. While Bronco considered himself to be relatively good at helping others feel heard...He was by no means perfect.


Maybe it was best to give her a conversation she'd actually asked for.

-"So I was thinking, about how you asked us all to think about...Applying to be Regent,"- He began, doing what he could to sign while walking, which often caused him to skip a bit in his steps in order to make use of both front paws. But this was not his first time doing so, and he managed to get the phrase out without tripping up. He thought that expressing his thoughts on the matter might catch Towhee's interest- and he paused, waiting for her reaction, before he would continue.