Honeyed Pasture agamemnon returned to his wife

i'm going to pp jr from here on out since tzar can be the ( somewhat, heh ) translator. <3

tzar is sleepy, awaken by the footfalls of the woman before them, that he can see as he peers out from betwixt his mother's front legs. he reads her body language, feeling the tension of towhee as her body is tense, taunt. pulled like a bowstring about to loosen. struggling between being ripped from everything he knew, manhandled by his mother and his sleep being interrupted: he is groggy. irritated. grumpy.

his ptero is better than his speech, but it had been useful having his father teach him ... until his father was no longer there to do so.

he pushes past his mother's legs, wriggling from her teeth as she scruffs him. lemme go mama! he snaps; childish and annoyed though she can't read his lips at the moment. -lemme talk.- he signs in ptero, letting out a low huff as she loosens her grip on his scruff but lowers her head so that her chin rests against the top of his head; clearly ready to shove him behind her again at the first sign of trouble.

mama no hear. no talk. tzar offers bluntly. sleepy. well, he was tired. he couldn't really speak for towhee, though he did anyway. his brow furrows as he tries to form useable sentences in his limited vocabulary; trying to figure out how to communicate that their pack was gone, his dad and siblings were also gone. dada, brudders, sissy gone.