Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

A voice. So he wasn't imagining things! That was a good sign. The stranger didn't seem all that friendly though, and threw an accusatory jumble of words at Titmouse; rather, that's how he took it. Judgemental. Light sounding, but with all kinds of implications to the sensitive boy. His nose wrinkled. 

Maybe I'm just that good! But the rebuttal didn't have much oomph to it. Tit's teeth had begun to chatter and he was clearly not suited for this terrible weather. He sank back beneath the shadows of the trees after that. There was no way to keep dry though... The rain was hard and fast, and each jostle of a drop against the boughs caused a domino affect from each shivering limb.