Redsand Canyon tactile

She felt a sudden itch behind her left ear and maneuvered herself on her pallet, bending and lifting a hind leg to scratch at it. Meanwhile, Towhee’s eyes remained fixed on Maxim’s face as he processed her words and then asked a follow-up question.

Pausing with her paw still digging at the soft fur just below her earlobe, Towhee answered, Just keep facing me when you talk and don’t worry about making eye contact. I communicate mostly by reading lips. And there’s Ptero, a sign language I use, but ask me about that another day, when I’m not wiped out, she said with a smile, taking care of the scratch and then readjusting her posture.

In case he thought that was a dismissal, she said, Tell me a bit more about yourself, Maxim. Where are you from? What brought you to Mereo? And if you had to pick only one, would you choose warrior, guardian or tactician?