Sun Mote Copse my talismans and charms

at njord's signed words, towhee feels her jovial mood souring, a frown replacing the smile she'd previously adopted. she thinks of otter and skipjack and her guard hairs are bristling with the urge to protect her newest niece and nephew. -why're they moving so close?- technically, it was neutral ground. free territory. but it fills her with an instinctive hostility. she doesn't expect njord to have an answer: if he had, she doubted he'd be wanting to investigate further.

-of course!- jr is quick to sign. he hadn't even needed to ask!