Redhawk Caldera Blues

Most of those names meant little to Towhee, though the mention of Eljay and Maia genuinely captured her fascination. Wraen gave her a speculative look and the Sovereign could only shrug one white-streaked shoulder. She had no idea what those two had planned. She knew they were still rendezvousing regularly but neither one had spoken to her lately, much less about living arrangements or even the possibility of puppies.

But that made her think: if those two decided to live here, would she and the Regents permit a third litter? She supposed it depended on how many she and Niamh bore. But despite that pragmatic observation, Towhee was inclined to say "yes" if they asked. Eljay was one of the loyalest and most wholesome wolves she knew, a great father figure despite all his flaws. And she could easily picture Maia as a mother.

"True," Towhee rejoined. "If they do wind up here, I think we could make room for their litter. I guess it depends, but..." She shrugged again. "They haven't asked me, in any case. I guess we'll have to wait and see how their love story develops." She clasped her paws together and held them up near her face, sighing for dramatic effect, then mimed eating popcorn.