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Right, she thought as Nightjar subtly corrected her, Wildfire. Raven had talked about Fox's lookalike quite a bit (enough that Towhee ought to be embarrassed for forgetting her name). She wondered why her parents had broken tradition with said sister's name, though the newcomer's next string of sentences effectively derailed that idle train of thought.

-No,- she signed, not bothering to translate seeing as almost everyone understood what that telltale head shake meant, regardless of ptero. Towhee didn't bother disguising her surprise nor her interest. Folding her haunches, she sat, one forepaw coming to rest mindlessly atop the limp rabbit. "Tell me all about it," her expression and body language said clearly.

"I didn't," she said when he questioned her about Peregrine and Fox. "Peregrine—dad—he died in the fall before we were born. And she died the day we were born." These facts were provided with a bit of a somber look, even though she hadn't known them at all and even the words "mom" and "dad" were rather obscure terms for her.