Redhawk Caldera we’re not that different at all

stratos' call came at a particularly difficult time. when the howl rose, chickadee did so. she pressed ani's paw. "i'll go talk to him." this was hard, and she meant to be poised, but turning away from the den left her eyes stinging.
and seeing stratos made them blur, this kind fox-boy who wanted to be their husband. chickadee bit back a sob and then flew into his embrace, huddling against his chest if he'd allow.
"ani almost drowned."
her voice was small.
"she's alive, she can talk and move but — she's not well." eyes strained by tears finally lifted to those of the moonglow boy.