Dawn Treader Valley some people think it's a curse

towhee hesitates the closer they come upon the prey, steps faltering as she studies the new birds they eventually come upon. for them, she has no name, cannot claim that she's ever seen one before.

she glimpses up, then, noting the shadow of a bird crossing over her face; squinting for a moment at the falcon that felt inclined to follow, before her gaze cuts to her companion. a name for him, she did not have. not yet, anyway.

she is not particularly well trained in hunting birds, having survived mainly off of woodland creatures up to date. ...and part of her feels a little awkward about it, given her quest to free the falcon shadowing her.

towhee hunkers down on the sand then, hoping that the simple action might convey that she doesn't know how to hunt the bird before them.