Northstar Vale good lord

open to anyone who'd be allowed near the roost! <3

dad went on a hunting trip and he hadn't been home in a few days.

besides that this was unusual there was a tension that towhee jr could feel like a live wire, or the prickling heat before a lightening strike.

her ptero vocabulary grows as she absorbs it with a unparalleled hunger; trying hard to keep up with the milestones she should but would never hit. to her, the world remains silent and vocal chords refuse to make noises besides vibrations and huffs. simple, primal noises even if she'd have been hearing-abled.

so, she learns in her own way.

how to decipher body language and how to trust her own sixth sense: how the presence of others felt based upon their moods and intentions.

the air felt different, depending ( though it could be argued she was just making assumptions based on body language ).

her breakfast of regurgitated meat settles like a rock in her stomach as she lingers at the mouth of the den, scowling at the light blue sky, the sun warming her; as if she was offended that the day dare be so beautiful when her father hasn't been home.