Hoshor Plains wild heart

Boop! Boop! Bounce! Titmouse frolicked happily through the grass, unphased that his snapping and playing amounted to nothing more than a bit of commotion. A few times he came down wrong and nearly face planted, or turned in a way that looked chaotic - like he was about to lose balance - but with a word from Rannoch, Tit launched away from the grass and straight for him. He made it a few feet before an agitated voice broke his concentration. Recognition of the dark boy was slow, and he said nothing, becoming uncharacteristically quiet before the two strangers - but eyes were on the adult.