Redsand Canyon trade off

Towhee went rigid, leveling her partner with a look. Don’t you fucking dare, she rumbled, although there was mischief mirrored in her own gaze. These are for my nest, she told him, gathering up every last stray feather and then pushing the heap toward their bedding.

She paused to look over at him, quipping, The question is, do I feel the need to do this because I’m pregnant? Or because I’m a Towhee? And a Redhawk? She snickered and returned to her work, lining the sleeping space with the downy, sparing glances over her shoulder and asking, Anyway, how was your day?