Redhawk Caldera blueblood

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Maia had settled comfortably into the Blackthorn den. Normally she didn't think much of it, but occasionally it struck her how weird it was to think of the generations that had been raised here... and how, pretty soon, their family might be a part of that chain.

Oh, Teya! Hi! Maia poked her head out from where she'd been tidying the space and blew a bit of dirt from her muzzle. Then, spotting the fish, her eyes lit up even as she protested. If that's for us, you didn't have to do that! But she smiled appreciatively. She hadn't even thought to stop for a break and a meal yet; the den was wonderful, but any space could always use a little attention when it came to making it more comfortable. She'd gotten so used to the greenery in their old home that she'd sought out softer plants and brush to provide a little cushioning; the only downside was that it would need to be swapped every so often.