Lost Creek Hollow like the first bird.

Compared to his sister, he was certainly very mild. Silas wasn't hard to impress and relatively difficult to earnestly disturb. He mostly was content to just wriggled himself through a simple existence so far because he didn't know any better. But, his senses would unfurl more and more by the day and the growth that would follow would be rapid and significant enough to perhaps alter his course. There was still very little of that now, though. He was just happy to sniff toes, and evidently, pretty devoted to that cause suddenly.

It was all so very much. Even his dialed-down sense of smell was having a time here and the sensation of her wiggling the toes was an added, unexpected twist. He unclasped his gummy jaws and tilted back his head in a futile effort to get a better look at whatever was happening here then gaped his tiny mouth wide in surprise. To him, he hadn't even registered his little nubs as being the same as these -- such dexterity, scent, and size all went well over him. Silas cooed something indecipherable, seemingly pleased by this now that he had taken it in, and tried to put both his tiny paws over one of hers.