Redtail Rise gauze

His brain still buzzes from their earlier conversation.

Mm. I hhee hhen. He responds, understanding their viewpoint. Mothering was a different battle, pupsitting was just a taste of that, and probably less strenuous.

His head tilts a tad, sensing they had another question to ask. They mull over it for a moment before continuing.

They wanted to watch the moose rut. The boy was too familiar with the creatures.

He recalled the sight of Lilia, who'd been sent flying by a bull. Yes—he knew very well of their aggression.

Mhm. Yeah. Where'll we look? He agrees.