Bramblepoint dry eyes, it's no surprise

The kid is only just a bit older than his own, but a bit young still in his opinion to be out on her own. Her guarded expression was indicative enough of some trepidation- after all, she’d just come face to face with a stranger who looked like him. 

He couldn’t erase the scars with a smile, or a wave of his tail, and every time he was reminded of that fact it made his heart ache. He had to accept that there was nothing he could do about his looks.

He sniffed the air and thought he could detect a hint of Moonspear hanging about her. There was no mistaking it, though- this had to be one of Towhee’s kids. He’d bet the farm on that one.

-I’m a friend- He signed. Of course, the kid could probably hear he figured- but the ptero he felt was a sure fire way to identify himself as being familial.