Redhawk Caldera Scouting mission 101

Bridget froze when Ceridwen started to wail and instantly looked at Maia, expecting the worst. She wasn't worried that she hurt the pup but different parents had different levels of tolerance for this. Fortunately Maia didn't seem too bothered, though she did reach for her.

Bridget set the pup down within range of her mother's comforting muzzle, then stepped back and lowered herself to a sphynx position. That is quite the set of lungs! It was probably good to get in the habit of editing her vocabulary around the kids, just for when they were older. Holy shit wasn't something she could imagine coming from either Maia or Eljay's mouths.

You're fine. Here, alrighty then. You figure me out first, alright? She laid her head down, ears forward, and stared at the puppy across the short gap between them. She'd let her explore her a bit and sort out for herself if Bridget was worth yelling over in the future. Little banshee, she thought fondly, and wondered what her parents would think of that nickname. Maybe she'd keep it to herself for now.