Northstar Vale Steampunk dogfight.

somehow he suddenly felt shy and sheepish. his own history had been set aside in favor of mereo, then it had been practically forgotten as he emerged himself into the redhawk life.

he had once found familiarity with aquene in a shared language. now that too seemed so far away.

bashful, he sort of shuffled his paws for a moment while towhee ruffled fur.

i fear it will be too hard for you to say! but i would call it... насест красного ястреба in my tongue, i think. a quick little exhale through a nervous smile. it is redhawk roost.