Hushed Willows falling, everything burns

this stalemate was familiar to jr, now. an old friend fondly greeted.

it needles home the nagging thought that she really ought to put more effort into learning to read lips. it wasn't the solve all, be all answer necessarily ... unless they knew ptero she could only answer simple 'yes' or 'no' questions but, it would be a decent start. at any rate, more than she had now.

she watches as the older one invites her nearer and signals a hunt.

golden gaze flickers to the other child for a moment before it re-settles upon the adult.

she wonders if offering to hunt was the standard way adults wished to make things ... less awkward. she is not the first to invite jr to a hunt. though jr isn't particularly hungry and her hunting skills are passable but not realistically up to par with what they necessarily should be, only having sight and smell to go off of, she nevertheless accepts with a soft nod of her head; ghosting toward the pair, a twitch of her shoulder sending ghost airborne.