Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

She had a name sign for Titmouse, of course, and was fortunate that he'd chosen a common word for his new moniker. Towhee repeated the sign for "screech," which was essentially interchangeable with "scream," "shout" or "yell" as far as her purposes went: she opened her mouth wide and put a toe to her throat, as if to imply volume. It would only be differentiated by its context, of course. She did the motions rather fluidly, though hopefully slowly enough that Niamh caught it this time.

"As for my name..." -Towhee,- she signed, mouthing the word rather than saying it out loud as she made the mini series of gestures. "And as for you," she added out loud, "since your name isn't a word I'm familiar with, I'll spell it." -N-I-A-M.- That was her best guess anyway. "Until we come up for a name sign for you, anyway. It can be anything you want, so you're welcome to come up with it yourself."

She finished the demonstration with a grin, an expression which didn't find its way onto Towhee's face all too easily or often, especially in the company of outsiders. But Niamh's authentic interest in ptero made the Alpha like her immediately. There was no quicker way into her heart than though this particular door.