Redhawk Caldera Homeward Bound

Knock knock.
Who's there?
Nobody.

His singular eye blinked emphatically.

Down went his hips as he sat, frowning, then scowling, then blank-faced, scrutinizing the stages of the conversation and trying to make sense of them. Mou was at his wits end on a good day; he was tired and haggard from his roaming, so today was not one of those.

Clearly he did not understand.

Couldn't find Prevost. He murmured a moment or two later, when the worst of the confusion had passed. He didn't see what good it would do Towhee to know this, except maybe she could tell Phox, since it was one of his and Niamh's children.

He looked left and then right in sweeping glances before resting his attention upon Towhee again. Wondering where everyone else had gone — but figuring it wouldn't be worth it to ask outright, given her cryptic words earlier, and strange mood. Plus the whole I once threw you off a cliff thing.