Bearclaw Valley the 48

at cole, as she reads his lips, towhee jr grins, offering a loft shrug of her shoulders. without communicating in ptero she had no real way of telling him that she was not unfamiliar with the leader(s) of bearclaw valley. to ameline she offers a soft smile, able to discern what the other woman meant with her ptero.

-as i am happy to see you.- jr signs in ptero; content then to read cole and ameline's lips as they speak to one another.

a rise of her brow is given, golden gaze cast skyward in search of ghost who circles back 'round and takes up his usual perch betwixt her shoulders. -yes, he is.- jr signs, adding a simple nod of her head; though the falcon's reappearance spoke plenty enough for her.