Redsand Canyon Blood orange sunrise.

maxim, with a sharp gaze, made sure the man was truly well and gone. recruit or not he should know better than to stick his nose into a married den. especially one with children.

he had only just managed to settle himself down, ready to bring towhee the offering, when another voice appeared. this one familiar enough that he did not immediately spin with teeth and hackles. it was merely aquene — with words that did prickle at him some.

but he knew better than to speak against her or her healer words, so he gruffly sat next to towhee and the children, setting down the rabbit. silent as he awaited their certain exchange.