Northstar Vale trinity
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auntie visit! @Towhee @Maxim, @Sable, @Towhee Jr <3

in @Arsenio's capable care she left their sons.

tamar carried new yellow crocuses with their roots intact, meaning to plant them beside the den of towhee. and tucked into her gumline was a lump of fat from the tail of a deer, for the new mother herself.

she set down the flowers and called out as she arrived, announcing herself in a warm and anticipating voice.
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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.

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If there was one thing Sable did, and did well, it was lurk. He liked being alone, sitting beside family members but without speaking. He’d found he could, if he tried to very very hard, but it was difficult.

He wasn’t much for difficult.

When his sister went tumbling for the door to the stranger, Sable followed with pudgy little rolls of his windmilling legs to stand behind her, silently nudging his shoulder to her haunch, staring up at the new face with a wide eyed stare.

He blinked, just once, to see if she would disappear before he embarked on a one sided staring contest.
speakingptero

Sable’s voice is barely audible due to a vocal chord deformity at birth.
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the girl fixed her with a firm gaze.

"i am your auntie tamar," she said to them, and outstretched her paws to let them take the scent of her, the fragrances of her travel here.

"look. these are flowers."
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sable follows her, his motion caught out the corner of jr's eye.

the woman doesn't back off, instead extending her paws to them, gesturing to her flowers. her lips move but her words are lost to jr.

the red woman's posture spoke friend, her scent mingled with towhee's, phox and maxim's.

frustration furrows jr's brow for a moment, unable to read the woman's lips and struggling to draw the ptero word she was looking for her from her limited vocabulary.

-who?- jr signs, gaze focusing on tamar; flicking to the flowers again, the colors catching her eye before she refocuses her attention back to their visitor.

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@Sable join anytime! or we could wrap this! <3

-aunt tamar.-

the young leader signed more slowly this time, smiling at both the young ones. -your mother towhee taught me this language.-