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He motioned for them to walk, so Towhee fell into step beside Killdeer as they began meandering. She flashed him a smile when he reported about how official things felt, then launched into a brief disquisition about ranks. She bit back a quiet, good-natured snicker at the titles he’d chosen for himself and Amalia—they both seemed so young for it, though she knew they weren’t—and then smiled warmly as he entreated her to join them in leadership.

Towhee could tell he anticipated a refusal, so she sought to put him at ease by nudging her muzzle against his and saying simply, Sure. But if you’re the Matriarch and Patriarch, what does that make me? The Ancestress? she joshed, snorting a breath that ruffled his whiskers.