Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

Alyx was the quiet one of the twins. That - sadly - was the extent of Wraen's memory about Niamh's kids. Primrose hadn't struck her much at all - his image was always in combination with Towhee grooming him. But that only told you that he was a clean puppy, but not much about his character. She regretted a little for not getting involved with the kids of this year's litters too much, but then she had been a baby-sitter for years and at a certain age you prefer to enjoy peace, calm and solitude instead of loud and hyperactive children. She found that she considered them to be the most interesting during the teenage phase and as young adults. Then you could really see the personality growing and changing and be amused by all the drama they went through. 

"Fenn has always been very ambitious," to her Fennec's rise to greatness did not come as a surprise. Her disability had not deterred her to become better than anyone else. In fact, it had made her work harder. "Well, one day you will," she shrugged. "Alright, Sovereign, I think that I have strained your eyes just enough," when with Towhee, it was sometimes easy to forget that she did not hear a damn thing, but read from lips. "Me and Maia will be on the lookout for a new fort just the moment, when she is able to run on all fours and I won't feel, as if I am about to cough my lungs out. I promise," she smiled at her friend.