Redhawk Caldera Tretale.

Towhee barked a laugh when he volunteered what some might consider too much information. It made her glad that Killdeer would share that with her without batting an eyelash. Anyway, it wasn’t very surprising to hear otherwise. Many wolves didn’t make the beast with two backs until mating season came along.

Before she could make a likely lewd comment, her grandson asked about her son. Distracted, Towhee’s lips pursed as she gazed off into the distance. No, she wanted to say, though she knew that she was in denial. Bushtit was definitely coming into his independence these days, his disappearance just another flag waving in her face.

Suppose so, she acknowledged. When you and Amalia do have kids, make sure to savor them a little extra. I know everybody says this all the time; you’ve heard it before; and it’s beyond a tired cliche… but they really do grow up too fast. Towhee sighed. I kinda wish he’d had your upbringing, or mine. Instead, I raised him to be a frickin’ vagabond, she grumbled under her breath.