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Her head cocked when he explained the perfume clinging to his fur. She made no response when he compared it to smelling like feces and her orange eyes narrowed slightly at his followup question, not in anger but in contemplation. She almost pointed out that she was still pretty young but he hadn't said "young," he'd said "little."

-Not really,- she replied, then remembered to say it out loud: "Not really." But Towhee couldn't deny that the mention made her curious enough to ask, "Why does it remind you of being a kid?" She paused, then told him, "I'm a chronicler and I'm thinking of trying to become a historian. Can you tell me any stories about, say, mom and dad? Or—you were in the same litter as Raven, right? And our other sister, um..." Towhee blanked, then guessed, "Wildflower? Is that what the smell reminds you of?"