Redhawk Caldera Can't see me cry ever again

Towhee was also heavier than she was, a fact Alyx noted belatedly when her aunt-slash-mother reared up against the trunk next to her. Not like she was fat, or anything, but she was definitely taller and more defined overall, while Alyx was still just a gangling teenager.
So maybe her anecdote about running into a tree lacked relevance, after all. It might have been a larger tree, or it was simply due to her slighter stature. This had some chance of succeeding with the both of them, didn't it?
Alyx's heart lifted when their combined efforts proved enough to make the tree sway, just a little. It was nothing monumental, and felt like even less down low, but the motion was enough that a distinctly dark, rounded face framed with thickened blonde hairs poked out of a hole higher up.
Look, said Alyx, turning her face toward Towhee while she spoke and then jabbing her muzzle toward the sleepy porcupine.
But now what?