The Heartwood Dance fruits.

sure thing. <3

-towhee redhawk.- jr traces her name in the dirt, the swipe of her paw to form the words leaving a soft imprint in the earth that was easily swiped away.

she's given the go-ahead on the berries but she approaches them begrudgingly, her shoulder slumping in an 'awww' fashion, common of a child who wasn't ready to go to bed yet.

still, she doesn't argue; saving all that fierce energy for those she deemed 'outsiders'. she eats her fill of the berries and dutifully trudges after towhee, they way they came where she plops down next to sable; curling up and eventually, falling asleep.