Chicken (Sparrow) and Pesto

Sparrow listened attentively as Pestilence rattled off the history of how their litter was themed- a concept Sparrow knew as well. She said her siblings were better and Sparrow laughed, "Plague, Calamity...? You sure yours is the worst?" Pestilence asked if her siblings were names a specific way and Sparrow let out another hearty laugh at her guesses. She shook her head, "Nah, just Sparrow and Talon, so only vaguely bird-themed. Though the woman I was named after had all bird-sibling names... uhh.. She was Sparrow- obviously- and she had a... Lark... uhh I don't know them all, sorry. It's just a story my dad told me."

Though Sparrow led Pestilence through the knolls, weaving among the grassy hills, her eyes were less on the scenery and more on her companion. The large woman walked beside her, though her build was more streamlined than Sparrow's. Her coat held starkly contrasting colors, yet the dappling and thin, wispy lines of white marked her as if she had just rolled in fresh snow. A small amount of sandy coloring clung to her feet and tail, striping their way up, but not muddying with the- wait, Sparrow realized she had stopped walking. Her eyes snapped up to Pestilence's.

"Uh sorry, you said Jupiter and Alarr. Jupiter is uh... my.... I don't know really. He's like an uncle, but I think he's a cousin. Alarr and Tyrian are my uncles but they're more like cousins or maybe brothers to me. Hard to think they're actually my dad's brothers when they're about my age." Sparrow let out a laugh and continued walking, hoping her pause passed for thinking and not staring cause that was RUDE.