Redhawk Caldera singing, "all ashore that's going ashore"

Impending potential fatherhood had lit a fire under Killdeer's ass. No longer would he mope around the Hobbit Hole or trudge along feeling sorry for himself; he had to contribute, grow, be better. 

He was in the midst of a patrol when the call came out, and like a good pack guardian, there he went.

Hello! he greeted, tail flagging and all smiles. It was an older woman, pregnant—the thought made him think of Moonshadow, and the existential dread made a knot in his stomach—but not someone he knew.

Welcome to Brecheliant, Killdeer went on. What can we do for ya?

Maybe she needed a home. He started tallying up numbers in his head. Maia would probably have kids, Teya probably not, maybe one of the daughters. . .? Would they have room?

But he was getting ahead of himself.