Heron Lake Plateau Ka-tet.

Kite’s tail whipped into helicopter rotor mode when Raven’s nose grazed her cheek, and the bright smile engendered by this warm reception was divided evenly as she tipped her head and fixed her sunny expression on her father’s face. Moving around so much set off a round of the jitters, but she rode them out gamely. “Oh,” she intoned softly upon learning that “progeny” was just a fancy word for “children”. Putting together what she’d overheard, “Well,” she volunteered shyly, even though she hadn’t been asked, “if you both be alpha together, then you match.” Her tone suggested that she thought this was a good thing, even if she followed up with a doubtful, “If you married dad, why isn’t he progeny, too?”