Bramblepoint diortosire

She could feel spring in her bones—literally. Towhee’s leg felt almost normal as she trundled through the brambly wood, restive despite the late hour. She had half a mind to go ahead to the caldera and start staking a claim on her grandson’s behalf. Towhee didn’t want to step on @Killdeer’s toes though, especially not with emotions running high à la Treepie.

Her brow furrowed as she paused between two cottonwoods, eyes absently scanning her dark surroundings. The forest looked still, though she sensed movement somewhere just out of view. It made her hackles slowly rise as she pushed through the dense undergrowth, moving slowly but well aware that she was anything but silent in this overgrown brush.