Redsand Canyon A cookie from space.

Reyson's ears immediately went to his skull and he stared at the pups, pure confusion on his gold red face. He looked at Towhee again, and then back down to the little ones.

Clearly asking her What the f*** do i do? But there was no answer forthcoming.

He felt too large, too big. He wanted to tuck his tail and leave immediately, but that was not hat a soldier did.

He stared at the little girl as she came forward and slowly as if pulling from many years ago, which in retrospect he was. He tried to remember, what to do. How to play.

His movements were not as finely tuned as they usually were, and it was slow at first as he remembered. But he slowly moved into an easy defensive crouch. He would not attack these little ones, with more than a paw. His paw would possibly fit over their bodies and it made him nervous.