Redhawk Caldera You'll be always on my mind

Yeah. Her reply was a little dubious, more hypothetical than a sure agreement. Bronco would probably want more kids next year, but a lot could happen between now and then. She still couldn't shake the feeling that one of these days she was going to find him gone, off to join another pack or follow some other new thing.

Bronco wasn't even the one with the history of that. It was stupid.

His g-ma might be better off. He's got a set of lungs on him. Puppy screams set off the worst in her and she was honestly lucky he couldn't understand her most of the time. She was really going to need to get a handle on her language when he got old enough to understand that "miserable little shit" wasn't something a kid should hear his mother call him. It was (mostly) affectionate, and she could have been talking to the literal turd too. He didn't know.