Bearclaw Valley Accepting limits

towhee is comfortable with patrolling, put at ease by the graceful shadow that ghost paints across the ground ahead, riding the invisible waves of the breeze; settling well with the bond that she believes patrolling both creates and cements. there was no bond greater than blood shed, though from her general experience most patrols were stilled and uninviting of chaos.

she catches him peering back every so often; attempting to gauge what she could see of his facial features.

she does not hear his question as he asks it, is not able to read his lips. and so towhee's remains unaware she was even asked anything at all, her pace not too quick to outpace him but not trailing behind either; contented.