Redhawk Caldera Memoreyes

So not getting any work done today, oops. Last post for me. Trying to wrap up some of these older ones!

Peregrine suggested a name, and although Fox wasn't terribly fond of it, "Cormorant" gave her something to think about. Time would reveal the girl's name, and Fox would patiently wait for that day to come. But her attention was once more stolen by Nightjar, who—sans words—demanded more tickles from both of his parents. Fox was quick to oblige, nosing his armpits and breathing soft air out her nostrils to placate him further.

Fox withdrew after a moment, then said, "A cute little weirdo, right?" She didn't expect a response from her "little" one (he was the largest of the four three), of course. It seemed all the raspberries had woken the two girls, and they began whimpering and yelping for food. Obliging to their demands, Fox made her way to them, settling herself onto her side so they could eat. "I'm pretty sure he'll be hungry soon enough," she said to Peregrine, eyeballing Nightjar. That boy could eat! Fox knew that she would be drifting off to sleep in no time. It seemed to happen every time she nursed them. There was something oddly satisfying about those suckling babes.