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-“You’re looking for something,”- Bushtit guessed, bright-eyed and indeed bushy-tailed despite the chilly dampness.

His own ears pinned when Soto gestured for quiet. Had he just spoken Ptero? No, he supposed that sign was rather commonplace. In any case, the youth pressed his lips together—this muted the chattering of his teeth—and nodded to show he understood. His eyes drifted sideways to Towhee as he mimicked his dad’s signal.

Now his dark gaze returned to the man, curious why they were being hushed.