Moonspear ^______________^

He is, that, Killdeer agreed, and was about to jump in when Treepie waxed happily about her longing for babies one day.

God, she was still a baby herself! His baby, no less.

Hey, don't be growing up on me too fast, he jested, still smiling, but with a hint of worry there, too. Stick with being a big sister first. Your own kiddos will be here before you know it.

So had it been for himself. One moment, a roving boy; the next, (ostensibly) responsible father. Time did fly!