The Heartwood Dance fruits.

attention is rapt upon her mother, gaze following the flowing, languid movements of her mother's paws, that forms the only words that towhee jr will ever understand; beyond the primal instinctual intuition of simple body language.

towhee weaves the story and jr tries to put faces to the faceless, tries to imagine what the redhawk caldera would look like.

-redhawk... is us?- jr signs when towhee finishes the story, repeating the motion for 'redhawk', focusing on the movements of her own paws for a moment before she looks to her older mirrored image for confirmation.