Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

towhee's always ran away from her own vulnerability — the emotional kind, at any rate — but there was no running here. stranger still that there is no urge to. even if the raw earnest she finds in his gaze as it holds her's, steady and as unwavering as the nature made stonewalls 'round the valley they call home makes her want to slam her shield wall back in place.

which was utterly silly, given that the physical intimacy they'd shared was the closest she's ever allowed anyone. physical or otherwise.

with thoughts clear she recognizes that it scares her.

he asks to learn ptero. her heart thrums in her throat — another thing shared between them.

-yes.- she makes the motion with her paw and nods her head in tandem: an easy way to start. 'yes' and 'no' were the easiest in her ptero vocabulary to teach, after all.