Wheeling Gull Isle Life’s a beach.

though there was some satisfaction at letting the very worst of her fears into the world even if it was born from a place that could be vindictive, she feels the sting of guilt as her mother rounds on her.

her shoulders droop a bit as towhee furiously assures her that, that wasn't going to happen. that even if she died she would haunt them.

her and sable ... they didn't need towhee like they once had. every day they grew and everyday the became more adult-like.

the press of sable's shoulder against her's is a comfort; a struggle between being wanting to be wildly independent and turtling into the dependency she's had all her life thus far.

and in this, she can see why towhee wants to travel. if not in an entire understanding, then at least an empathy for it.

surviving in the world without her mother's constant presence would be a challenge for junior, she knows. did she harbor the patience it would take to teach wolves around her ptero? perhaps she would always stay in moonspear but perhaps she wouldn't. it was hard to think about where she would be or want to be in the next handful of months.

-ok.- towhee jr signs, drawing a breath and letting it steel her shoulders; her gaze moving to sable's paws as he signs his answer. he wanted to return to moonspear but he would follow her.

she feels a small swell of love for her brother, threatening to choke her. -we will return to moonspear.- towhee jr signs, gaze lifting from sable to her mother.