Sun Mote Copse Mixed feelings

When he found her, Towhee's eyes were closed, although she didn't exactly look asleep. There was something about her expression that didn't scream "I'M SLEEPING" to Phox, and he frowned. The moment Niamh had told him the bad news, he'd been distracted by it, although he'd managed to sprinkle in enough good moments with his new lady beau that it hadn't consumed him. Seeing Towhee now, expression pained, was a whole new level of oof for Phox. Thoughts of Niamh were now on the back burner as he watched his sister from a few paces away.

Normally, in situations like this, he might've cleared his throat or expected her to wake up from the sound of his footsteps on the snow that still lingered there. Unfortunately, this was another one of those times when Towhee's lack of hearing was a disadvantage. He didn't want to spook her by prodding her, but Phox also knew the sight of somebody frowning at you probably wasn't the best thing to open your eyes to, either. Instead, he opted to approach slowly, hoping his scent would be enough to rouse her. If not, he would lean in for a gentle nibble on her shoulder.