Black Morass Idealism sits prison

The stranger who approached at first had her nervously thrumming, and she wondered if she should run.  His voice was nice, however, and he knew her dad.  He was one of them then.

One of the kids, yeah, she answered back a little cheekily, not sure how she felt about that identifier.  It was accurate, but as she grew, she found herself stretching the leash a bit.  She didn't want them to think of her as just one of Phox's kids.

Who are you? She asked back, turning a bit so that she was at least facing somewhat his way.  It was unnecessary for her when her ears could turn just fine, but it was a habit she'd picked up with Towhee.