Northstar Vale And they’ll sew feathеrs in my spine.

in towhee jr’s imagination: they’d all go look for maxim; but she forgot that she and sable were still young and didn’t have the skills necessary — though in her defense she thinks of it like playing hide and seek — nor the energy to keep up with the adults.

a small frown tugs at her lips.

-deal!- she mimics the ptero back with a small, excited bounce to her movements; grasping onto any real reason to spend more time with her mom … and tracking sounded like fun even if it’s reasoning was a heavy thing that towhee jr couldn’t quite understand yet.

with any luck though, maxim would return. she only hoped if he did that towhee’d still teach her how to track.