Bearclaw Valley there are monsters in the spare bedroom

She wasn’t family but she was familiar. Bushtit’s head reared back slightly when he saw Zephyra coming his way, his mouth falling ajar for a split second before he clapped it shut. His dark eyes dropped to the patch of ground at his feet, though he glanced up at her through his long eyelashes.

He grimaced a little at her greeting, not because he minded the name but because it felt like a barb coming from her. Bushtit drew in a breath, schooling his expression so that when he lifted his pale face a little, his lips were pulled into a tight smile.

Heyyy, Zephyra, he offered before answering her question, I’m here for news of my sister’s puppies. Do you know if Jr’s given birth yet?