Phoenix Maplewood would you be so kind

the first call is ignored in favour of following after the brightly coloured lure. when it bursts through the canopy and out of sight, however, juniper turns back sheepishly to heed the second call. the expression writ across her mother's face, however, is enough to turn sheepishness into guilt, and she comes to a stop as her tail plummets. "I was!" she promises, twisting to place nervous, placating licks on her mother's muzzle. "I was just -- I was just following the birdy, then come back!" her tail flicks nervously, picking up on her mother's nervous energy and mirroring it swiftly.