Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

He was well adapted to his sisters’ teasing and even his mother’s occasional brooding. He was also used to his father’s, aunt’s and sister’s sporadic hiatuses. But they usually took turns and, right now, these things were happening all at once. The result: life at the caldera was currently the pits.

Towhee tended to watch him like a hawk, ever since Reyes had roughed him up a bit. Caracal shrugged it off much of the time, though he did pay close attention when the Sovereign’s eyes slipped shut this afternoon. He didn’t know where the twins were right at the moment but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get away.

He bolted in no particular direction and ran with his tongue flopping from his mouth like a wet sock. His Aurelian eyes spotted something in the distance, so he veered that way and eventually skidded to a halt beside his young, unmet nephew. Dust settled around and on him as he panted, marveling at the pudgy little squirt.

Author: Kat