Redhawk Caldera What does the future hold?

Spring green eyes flicked up to her and Towhee smiled, lifting her paw in a wave. Before she could make a move downward, Amalia ascended toward where she stood just outside the Hobbit Hole. Towhee’s eyes followed her movements, thinking to herself that this was Killdeer’s mate, her granddaughter-in-law and mother of her future great grandchildren.

I know we’ve technically met, the elder she-wolf said, but that hardly counts. So, it’s nice to meet you properly. She paused. I’m sure Killer’s mentioned that I’m camping out here until you two decide whether you’re making the move.

She hadn’t made any formal claims, though Towhee supposed her presence here and her frequent patrols—no way was she going to sit idly by if someone else tried to set their sights on this place—had put some informal dibs on the caldera. But she was only keeping the place warm for them.