Moonspear ^______^

Just as Treepie voiced her question, he found the stinger and plucked it free, the tiny needle held fast between his front teeth. Carefully, he spat it into the nearest bush, then returned to the girls with a smile.

You both look quite alike, Killdeer said, glancing between the two of them. And me, too. Must be good genes.

How much did they know? These were children from two different mothers; he had no idea how honest either mother had been. 

But these were clearly his kids, and he wanted to embrace them both. As it was, he sank down to his belly and stretched out his forepaws, tail wagging behind him.

My Gramma Towhee has similar looks, too, he went on. She's really cool. She's deaf—uh, she can't hear anything—but she could kick anyone's ass that she wants to. Uh, I mean, butt, he amended, grimacing. Don't say 'ass' around your mothers. It's not a nice word.