Sun Mote Copse and the riverbank talks of the waters of march

Finally, Towhee nosed her way into the conversation, joking about it as she did so. He almost shot a serves you right for missing the action quip toward her way, but he was much too happy to see his Grandma to do so. He pressed against her instead, rubbing his muzzle affectionately across her cheek.

Once he was within signing distance, he said—with a glint of his eye toward his cousin—-I was just telling Seal about my children in Moonspear.-

That's right, Oh-ee—you're officially a great-grandma. Though perhaps she already was, thought Killdeer—maybe his accomplishment wasn't as noteworthy as he imagined.

Still. With a shrug, he added, as if he'd said nothing of consequence whatsoever, -How are you, Grandma?-