Many faces were recognised among the crowd; a majority were members of the western herd from whence he had come, and the others presumably hailed from the various other nations or roamed as vagabonds between them. As usual Tilney wondered about each stranger, and of course smiled at all the other turkey spectators.

Of course, Maude didn't know what that was. Sadly he hadn't the time to educate her on Father Sun as much as he'd like to, nor Father Earth or Time. The Mother had been the main focus of her learning no doubt, being the patrol of their home. It was the lord of light that Tilney felt the closest to and always had. The master of healing, light and truth - not the mistress of wind and darkness. Perhaps today the pearl girl's lessons would begin on who, in Tilneys opinion, was the true lord of Helovia; and the true Lord of him.

"That, Maude, Is a gift from the God of the Sun" Tilney explained to the girl, his velveteen lips right next to her ear. "Father Sun probably placed it here himself. It contains great magic."

The enchanted stag looked up to the heavens, eyes bright with wonderment and total awe. "Aiya" fell from his lips, and his lantern became alight with flame. It was the highest word of praise in the language of his people; It was hail, but it was more than hail. "we say that to say thank you to him" Tilney taught the little dove who stood by his knees. Let that be her first lesson - how to thank the lord for the light he brings.

But the lords light wasn't enough to keep the frigid glare of Nephele from reaching right to the back or Tilneys skull.
When the flaxen brute caught the amazonians gaze he immediately shied his crown away. What was she doing here!? To think she was gone for good, that that mistake was forgotten was out of the question it seemed. She would always be there, the warrior from the Dragons Throat. Nephele existed; a reminder of his filth, infidelity, his failure. Looking away wouldn't change that either.
Giving a soft snort, Tilney made up his mind to instead treat her as he would any other - there was no other way to over come this paralysis that came from their relation was there?
But how could he even look at her!? Like a bandaid. Just rip it off.
Those green eyes found the hetrochomatic pair of the amazonians and he froze uncomfortably, hardly able to glare or smile in return - he just looked blankly at her until he could release himself from the deadness that filled his sightgivers.

Than came the light, and the screech.
"WHOOOOOOOOOO-WEE!"
It was a most welcome interruption, to say the least. Tilney stamped a foreleg over Maudes pale body to protect her from the flames, but when the yodelling firefoxes began to speak, the father began to smile. Maudes laughter, her breathless squeal filled his heart with the most incredible warms as if the foxes had put it there themselves.
Rounding up Turkeys? Surely all these helovians could handle that!
"Quick my love, after them!"

Tilney darted off beside his young one, staying just a pace or two behind her incase she were to catch a rabbit hole and fall or simply trip. The doctor knew nothing about wrangling, but wherever he swept his feet the turkeys seem to dark off in the other direction save for a few stragglers which Maude caught easily enough. They made quite the team, and Tilney could only hum along with the sweet song she chanted as they ran.
By now all thoughts of Nephele had totally left his mind, she was forgotten.
What a wonderful morning this had turned into.

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tl;dr :: Tilney teaches Maude about the sun god, then sees nephele and shrivells up, then goes turkey chasing! Assists Maude by giving chase, supervising her bc she'll die duh and letting her catch the stragglers. He also hums along with her song which is cute.

A limerick about frostfall turkey chasing.

When the sun drops and the icicles come
So do turkeys, so no time to feel glum
But the ones who come to rustle
Often end up in a bustle
And they always end up on their bum.