Northstar Vale kentucky born and he's survived

day by day, towhee jr grows more and more confident on her legs. the unsteady wobbling was gone and her vision grows sharper, more defined. soon, she might even be able to start learning the way her mother ( and presumably father and phother ) speaks to her: with signing and moving lips. in the wake of being able to prance around on here legs, towhee jr cannot quite be motivated to focus upon learning to effectively communicate.

her huffs, grunts and growls worked well enough. for now.

eagerly, the soft buttery sunlight filters from the forbidden mouth of the den. a quick look cast over her shoulder and she makes a beeline for the sunshine like a rebel on the run; unaware that while she can feel the vibration of her little paws pitter-pattering against the earth that hearing-abled of her family could hear it.

...and that she isn't half as sneaky as she thought.