Bearclaw Valley gold run

spinning in circles

her tail hitches into a faint twitch and with that, tvar knows he is welcome. both he and his beaver, by the way her eyes linger on it moreso than him. such a thing brings an even wider, amused smile to his face as he stops just a partial foot from her.

beaver dropping from jaws, smacking before the both of their feet. goodmorning, towhee. hungry? his movements are still clumsy, but he's come far in just a handful of time—many things he would still need to verbally speak, but he tries his best for now to fully converse with her in ptero.

his tail swishes. afterall, he wants nothing more than to impress his teacher. tail relaxing low amongst his hocks, the man draws himself to a seated position before her, clearing his throat and letting his eyes linger briefly at her dark paws. waiting for her to eat—obvious by the way his eyes flicker between the carcass and her eyes, now, insistent. 

how... his brows furrow for a second. are you? he motions towards her with a smile.