Bearclaw Valley gold run

she reads his paws sign the word no and then her gaze moves to his lips when the ptero ceases there; and then it her turn to feel the warmth of embarrassment in her cheeks. oh, its a soft, breathy sound that conveys the simple word more than ptero ever could.

for some reason or another, towhee struggled to marry in her mind the fact that he might yearn for her presence as she yearns for his.

that she is not alone in looking forward to their ptero lessons because it means time spent with him.

-you are learning,- she corrects him in ptero, her answering smile slow and endeared. it was the effort, the fact that despite his frustrations he has not given up to bridge the gap of communicating between them that only warms her heart to him further.

she takes another bite of the beaver; more demure than the last.