Moonspear it's the promise of life in your heart

He laughed at the conclusion she drew. You might be right about that, Killer remarked, wide smile still stretching his muzzle. 

The expression faded, though, as he began to focus more on the subject of plants, and by association, his mother. 

Did you ever meet my Mom, Fennec? he asked her, brow furrowing in concern. Pale golden fur, pretty obviously blind. I haven't seen her in a while, nor has Towhee, and if you've been traveling and might have spotted her on the road somewhere. . .

Killdeer wouldn't necessarily say it wasn't like his mother to disappear without word. But hadn't she at least been intrigued by his coming children, as their future grandma? It just seemed. . .odd.

If not, it's fine, he added casually, though he felt anything but casual about the matter.