Firefly Glen [PHE] to the dreamers

It seemed as if his ears lost the ability to hear after the name 'Caracal.'

No shit, Killdeer breathed, his interest piqued a thousand percent. He looked the boy over, searching for his blood-brother in the sum of Simeon's parts. The good humor—that must be Cal's. The gleam in his eyes, too, and the easy smile. The ruddy parts to his pelt that marked so many Redhawks.

He shook himself, coming back to reality once more. Ah, no, she's my Gramma, too, he explained, looking sheepish for having spaced off a bit. So that makes us cousins. Cal—your dad—we were pretty close in age, so he felt more like a cousin than my uncle. Even more like my brother, really.

Killer laughed on an exhale, the sound filled with delight and shock. I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you, he said fervently. And I'm so, so sorry about your dad. I lost mine last year, too. It gets easier. . .but it still really sucks.