Bearclaw Valley and was buried in a tomb

towhee greets her husband with warm smile and a kiss as he nips at her ear. her gaze goes to his paws, reading the ptero he signs to her. -good morning husband,- she signs in ptero, enjoying using the word ever since it has become so. -good, i think. sleeping right now. giving me a brief moment to get some fresh air and stretch my legs.- they need a lot of attention, and these moments are rare.

-i feel very out of the loop with the going-on's... what is new?- though it was not her desire to be dismissive of the world outside of her preparations to giving birth she had walled them off all the same to keep her focus locked in. now that the babes were earth-side, she craves the news of the world outside the birthing den, eager for the time when she can re-join the world.