Redhawk Caldera time after time

He snorted in response. "Pfft, hell nah." He said, with a smug purse of his lips and a roll of his eyes, though the gimmick didn't last long. The thought of naming a child after himself made him cringe. He suddenly remembered, and his lips drew into a grin. "Though apparently that ritualistically narcissistic naming thing is right up your Mom's alley; I met Towhee Jr not long ago," He said. "Nice kid," He said with a wink. Considering their likeness, it had made almost too much sense for the girl to be named after her mother- and at this point, he figured Towhee had probably had so many children that even a skilled ornithologist would have to start recycling bird names at some point, or get another Audubon book.

He was relieved that Meerkat didn't seem put off by his marriage to Teya, considering the history she had with the family already. If she did, she hid it well. He nodded softly. "Good things," He agreed, and crossed his forepaws carefully so he could settle more easily on his elbows.

He'd been trying to live a life where he simply ignored the things that weren't good things. He thought of his eldest son, wishing still that things had gone differently so that he might've seen him grow up. The agreement made with Fennec over Killdeer's guardianship had not aged well, and the more he thought about it, the more his resentment grew. Not only had he missed out on Killdeer's adolescence, but now his adult life as well, considering the fact they'd become more and more estranged. 

Good things only.

he wasn't sure such a bargain existed, but he mustered the courage to omit.

"Teya and I have the three, this year," The children and his mate, naturally at the forefront of his mind, always. "Boris, Bronte and Ponyboy. They're all," He paused, and he laughed, shaking his head. "They're all very different, but they're good kids, in every way." He said. Even Ponyboy, the little rogue. "Maia and Eljay are more or less retired now, had a litter of uh, three this year, too," He said. "Blackthorns everywhere, as per usual," He said. He would bet the farm that Finley and Elwood would be pleased to know that their family still continued to grow, and that the gene for mischief was still very much in the mix. 

"I'm the Auspex now, but uh," He said, gently shrugging sore shoulders. "More of a sitting duck at the moment." he said, aware that he was straying toward things that weren't so good. He jutted his chin toward her. "Your turn," He prompted.