Firefly Glen (PHE) The ballad of the witches’ road.

Kukutux, ever the gracious hostess. He smiled gently at the conversation between the moonwoman and the Redhawk matriarch, only to grin broadly as Towhee answered his question in the most Towhee way possible. 

-Sure, okay,- Killdeer replied with a feigned roll of his golden eyes, but dropped the subject. She was right; it didn't matter.

-Well, you're due to see MY kiddos again soon,- he pointed out. -Some are here, though some stayed behind—I think it was too much, too soon for them, and I get it. But bring Butt, uh, BUSH-tit along when you come. They'll love to meet him.-

Poor kid really was destined to be a "Buttshit," and not just in name. Potty-mouthed influences all around. Hopefully, he'd lean in with good humor rather than flinch from it.