The Heartwood Dance fruits.

towhee didn't seem entirely all that pleased with the rock that jr found and showed off to her with the pride of a preening peacock. but jr wasn't wont to let it hurt her feelings.

she scoops it up back betwixt her jaws: stubbornly intent on keeping it.

at least, for the moment.

-ok.- she signs, a little resigned with a sigh muffled 'round the rock she cradles betwixt her jaws. she sets out in the task she was given, dropping the rock when it got too cumbersome.

and forgot about it when she comes across a sweet fruit smell, almost sickly. she gives the berries of some sort a quick sweep of her eye before she bounces back to towhee.

-found —! come! look!- she signs quickly, not bothering to finish signing the rest of well, anything, before she bounds off towards the berries, assuming towhee would follow.