Redhawk Caldera bury me with bourbon next to a moonshine still

kivaluk settles into his roles of raven and father as best he can; checking on @Chickadee and the moonthorn fledglings several times throughout the day, though their support system was overwhelmingly well extremely supportive. and when he wasn't spending time with his wife and babies, he was tracking the herds, monitoring their health, their sizes and their movements.

he does a small quick sweep of the borders on his way back in, unable to turn off ( nor would he want to, really ) any of the heightened protective instincts that his newborns and nursing wife have drawn out of him.

cutting a familiar path towards the den, he cradles a squirrel tail betwixt his jaws, for the children to play with. they seemed to grow between his blinks, which both pleases him ( because he takes this to mean they are healthy ) but also terrifies him. soon, though, he suspects they will start to become more mobile and thus would enjoy toys to play with.