Northstar Vale trinity

it is the lovely floral smell of the flowers — the smell of spring, towhee jr would come to learn — that first alerts jr to their approaching company.

the scent of sweet mother's milk tugs at her curiosity next ( despite that delaney thinks she's mostly weaned ), effortlessly tugging her from the shadows of the den.

baby blue gaze studies the stranger; hackles bristling ... though everything in jr told her friend. she smelled like her own mother. ...kinda.

and while jr doesn't know anywhere near enough ptero to ask the stranger who she was, she settles for a simple stink eye.