Sun Mote Copse and she'll promise you more

guilt creeps into jr's expression like heat at her sister's teasing.

-of course,- jr signs. -i'd be happy to teach them ptero.- though she wasn't entirely sure if she was the only deaf one in the family, ptero was a common language among them for a reason, and she was grateful as it was the only way besides basic body language she could communicate with them. or the world at large.

at the question about her adventures, jr takes a large breath, letting it out in a larger sigh. she recounts it to her sister, from finding what she thought was redtail rise and njord had tasked her with, to the usurping that had happened. she mentions ariadne and moonsong, how after the bison hunt it her and her husband had disappeared without word and how a man named dutch had stepped up and rebranded it.

how she'd reconnected with the OG towhee, took a little trip and met a pretty blonde woman with a large entourage and had feasted with her ( which to jr felt a little bit like a fever dream that had her blushing beneath her fur ), and then arrived on their doorstep the first time.

her paws stilled as she finished, taking stock of meerkat's reaction.