Redsand Canyon Stars are born in litters.

She wandered away from the stream and came across a particularly cozy thicket. She paused beside it, assessing herself and the surrounding brambles before deciding to push into it. Branches and leaves scraped her swollen sides but she managed to wriggle into the enclosed space. Slowly, she made an about face, peering through the foliage back the way she had come… and spotting Maxim there.

Oh, hey, Towhee said casually, as if crossing paths deep in the forest was usual for them. I was just… She shrugged. Actually, she didn’t know what she was doing or why. She pushed her head out of the thicket’s entrance as she eventually said, Meandering. No need for your face to look like that, she added, teasing.