Bramblepoint Pull together for the clan and kin.

Killdeer opened his mouth like he was about to say something, then froze. Towhee’s eyes immediately swept their surroundings, landing on a familiar face as it emerged from the underbrush. She couldn’t hear Treepie’s voice, though her expression was loud. Towhee sucked in a breath, quickly deducing that this was news to her great granddaughter.

She was curious to see how her grandson would field her in this emotionally intense moment. Her orange gaze cut to him, watching his lips form words. Towhee wondered if his tone was defensive or placating. Soon, he pointed at her, mentioning that she would be part of the relocation. She tried not to be too distracted by what came after that, lips twitching at the thought of more great grandbabies via Killer.

Remembering her own advice to him a few weeks ago, Towhee piped up, And I’m sure we can convince Bushtit to come hang out on a regular basis. He’s pretty fond of the Hobbit Hole. Has anyone ever told you about it, Pie?