Northstar Vale kentucky born and he's survived

her attempt was foiled!

the OG towhee swoops in. towhee jr's gaze follows the movements of her mother's paws, realizing ( once her vision had improved enough ) that it was communication ... to follow the movement of lips. sounds were nonexistent to towhee jr, her life revolving around a radio silence that she found utterly comforting.

she knew nothing else!

but she was picking up on some of the ptero.

-food-! towhee jr mimics the movement of her mother's paw seconds before her mother regurgitated meat.

food was an easy word and easily the most important in her little life right now.

realizing she was actually pretty hungry, jr digs into her breakfast —

only to be distracted from her meal by the strange vibrations made on the earth. her head lifts, salmon pink tongue drawing across her jowls, eagerly poking her head 'round her mother's legs to give the stranger at the mouth of the roost a glare.

the scarred brute did not look familiar and jr is instantly hostile, hackles bristling in a way that, considering her tiny puppy size was probably hilarious, like a spooked kitten trying to look bigger than it was.