Redhawk Caldera Tretale.

His words made her think of her brother too. He’d been on her mind a lot lately. Towhee missed him but she didn’t hope for his return, if only because she really believed he’d found his happily ever after out there with Heph. Maybe those two had settled down someplace more peaceful than the Teekon Wilds and were even now rearing a litter. She could only hope.

Her attention returned to her grandson when he mentioned the caldera’s lack of habitation. She looked around a little dubiously. Towhee was fond of this place despite herself. But it had always been just a piece of land. It meant nothing at all without wolves to people its slopes.

Before she could comment on this, Killdeer pointed out her age and posed a question. Towhee’s mouth clapped shut as her head reared back a little. Her face grew thoughtful. Of course she had many memories that might make good stories. But she had to consider her specific audience here.

He’d probably appreciate a comedy, though Towhee found herself going for heartwarming when she said, I’ve lived a lot of life here. But one of the highlights was the day I became a grandma. You were such a chunk… and loud too, according to the lore, she said with a huff of laughter.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts. That wasn’t much of a story, though Towhee had given up on being a historian long ago. It wasn’t that she couldn’t remember—she still felt pretty sharp, all things considered—but she wasn’t the best storyteller, especially not on the spot. And a lot of details had faded and frayed at the edges, she realized the more she sifted through her memories.

You know what’s even better than reminiscing about old memories? Making new ones. You should totally stake your familial claim on this place, find you a woman, pop out a dozen kids and keep the Redhawk legacy going, fam.