Cedar Sweep she wore her scars as best attire

towhee jr follows the winding riverbank when she finally reaches it, after having marched through the maze of trunks of the cedar trees the sweep was named for. she does not deign to stray far from the copse and keeps close enough to the borders to return in a hurry if needed, all the same.

ghost flies a bit ahead of her as scout: always her ears ... and eyes from the sky.

a glimpse towards the peregrine falcon tells towhee jr that he is lazily riding the wind currents; gliding more than he is actually flying.

a soft smile tugs at her lips before she returns her attention to the riverbank, pausing for a brief respite, only to lap at the cool water.