Redhawk Caldera Birds of a feather flock together

Fox didn't seem amused by Peregrine's quick idea and - quite frankly - Osprey didn't think that having as much kids as possible just for the sake of sport wasn't entirely right. This was not her brother's case, of course. Despite his easy and carefree attitude sometimes and way with words he was grown up enough to know, when to take things seriously.

"That's true," Osprey agreed, even though she knew that the "prime" didn't last that long. In a year or two both of them would probably be cranky and stiff in the mornings and complaining that kids get worse with every generation, having lengthy conversations about, what kind of illnesses had got them and... about those, who had died recently and speculating, who would be next. She hoped though that neither she, nor Peregrine would be that kind of old fellows.

"I have to - I have been away for quite some time," she was also sorry that she could not spare more time for her brother, especially since they could not meet each other frequently. But plateau needed her too and a big part of her felt happy about returning home. "But I will come again - can't tell, when though..." she said getting up to her feet.