Bearclaw Valley and was buried in a tomb

towhee feels his croon through the vibrations that he ensures she feels, relishing in it, her heartbeat ticking up a bit in a visceral response. her tail beats against the earth at the news that ameline has also given birth; assuming that mama bearclaw and babies are well ... for surely someone would've come to fill her in if that wasn't the case.

-of course. give her my love and tell her i will visit as soon as i am able.- towhee replies in ptero with a warm smile, enjoying the soft spring warmth of the sunshine, the fresh air. her gaze wanders for a moment, but never strays for too long before it instinctively seeks tvar once more.

moments after, he pulls away and paces; something clearly weighing on his mind. towhee watches with a slight frown, her mind racing at a thousand miles per hour. -what is wrong, tvar?- towhee signs in ptero before she draws closer in a ghosting step; worry furrowing his brow and tugging her ears to rest at half mast atop her skull.