Sun Mote Copse vine energy

She couldn't hear, but she could feel. And feeling a foreleg was something familiar to Quetzal, so she continued to ride the wave all the way up without really thinking too much about it. This was indeed the scent that she had apparently not imagined up, same-but-different than moms. The tiny details were far too complex for her to sort out. Q's little tail waved as she mewled loudly, which Towhee would not hear; when surrounded by fur, she was always happy because it was warm. Warmer than she had been seconds ago, but not minutes when she had been comfortably snuggled among the rest of her family. 

But really, Q seemed to live life second to second at this point. Q moseyed on up the foreleg and likely would not stop until she met the warmth of Towhee's chest hair furs. The scent was not at all unfamiliar to her, though it was unidentifiable. She mouthed at the furs closest to her puggish muzzle, wondering if there was food there. All that traveling had her hankering for a snack.