Bearclaw Valley the 48

towhee nods softly as she reads his lips to stay close and that ameline would want to meet her. a soft bubbling of anticipation mixing with something akin to excitement as she looks past cole, waiting for ameline to arrive; and her wait was not long.

for a brief moment, cole is forgotten as she returns ameline's greeting ( though the sound of it was lost on jr, she could read the soft affection in the other woman's body language ) with a low, breathy croon of her own, her tail wagging behind her.

-hello ameline,- towhee greets in the sweeping gestures of her paws on ptero; hoping that the lessons she'd given the other woman hadn't collected too much rust in their time apart.