Sun Mote Copse So I've gotten used to coffee sweats

Niamh's long drawl of, "Waaait..." caused Wildfire to do just that. She paused, though her pack mate continued walking, so the Sovereign took her cue and matched her pace. Her ears flicked, a defensive look flashing behind her eyes at the implied skepticism in the Tradesman's inquiry. But it soon became clear that Niamh wasn't doubting his merits as a father, just trying to piece together the parentage puzzle. Wildfire was almost positive she detected a note of hope in her tone, actually.

Smiling a little secretively, she nodded. "It's too early to tell for sure. But we did the deed, so the odds are in our favor." Her tail snapped. "I know he's done a fabulous job helping raise the last few generations of Blackthorns and Redhawks. Now he'll be getting a much-deserved chance to experience it all firsthand."