Bearclaw Valley (pause) it died in babylon

-no, no,- towhee is quick to sign in an attempt to reassure and chase away the dark storm cloud that has made it's home across his face. -it is only my thoughts. unfortunately, they can be rather weighted and unnecessarily cruel.- her confidence did not, unfortunately, extend to her pregnancy and the fact that she was far along now. she suspects that the wait to meet their babies would not be long. a month, maybe less.

-i suppose i am simply envious of how easy she'd made pregnancy look.- towhee admits, paws stilling as her posture turns sheepish. -i certainly hope there's more than one in there. else i'm giving birth to a giant.- humor colors her expression then.