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Was there an uglier noise in the whole wide world? Honestly. But he loved the sound of Towhee’s laugh, as much as it made his ears want to bleed. He righted himself and trotted over to her, slapping a paw playfully against her elbow. His mother only laughed harder, which of course made his grin grow.

He eventually relented and drew back to glance at Soto. He was busy leaving his calling cards all over the place. Bushtit watched him, eager to rejoin the effort, but shifted a questioning look toward Towhee.

-Why do you think he’s doing it? Is he trying to claim this place?-

-Kinda looks that way, doesn’t it?- Towhee concurred with a furrowed brow. -I’m not sure why he wants our help. It’s not like we’re staying with him.-

The boy didn’t think he was imagining the pointed look she gave him at those words, nor the flash of anxiety in her orange eyes. Bushtit patted his mother’s arm now.

-Nah, we’re not staying here. Or anywhere. We’re globetrotters,- he declared with an easy shrug.

Bushtit smiled and winked, then pivoted and loped back toward Soto. This time, he made sure to spread out his other legs a little bit and brace himself properly before he lifted. The sound of his stream hitting the snow gave him immense satisfaction.

“Mi nombre es Bushtit,” he muttered under his breath as he emptied his bladder, for no particular purpose besides pronunciation practice.