Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

He could barely hear his sister's voice over the child's continued wails. He felt himself flush with agitated heat, though he knew better than to take it out on Wildfire (again). With another sigh, he used a broad black paw to gingerly push the puppy into the crook of his arm, where she might feel safe and comfortable. He then shifted so that she was partially blocked from view. It also muted her cries a little, though just barely.

"Thanks for the blessing, fairy godmother," he said, his smile only a little strained. "We will need a lot of luck to raise up four pups. On that note, can you believe I have eight kids? When did that happen?" he joked. When they'd lived together in Flightless Falcons, he had never given much thought to leadership, mate-ship or parenthood. And now here he was, a king building up quite a legacy.