Sun Mote Copse knock knock boys, open your brain doors.

Pox wasn’t at all satisfied with his mother’s explanation. His frown deepened as she spoke of some big sister thats antes to teach them how to fight. In his professional opinion, he didn’t need anyone to teach him how to be a warrior—he was already a bad ass. This Towhee could probably learn a thing or two about fighting from him more like. That thought brought a smirk to his muzzle.

But, Finley was clearly going to be relentless on this point. So, with a roll of his eyes and a huff, he too made the motions and said hello in ptero a few times. He was hopeful his mother would be placated by this and would let them go, but he wisely didn’t bother getting his hopes too high.