Redhawk Caldera What does the future hold?

It sounded like Amalia had been roaming since a young age, whereas Towhee hadn’t picked up the penchant until much later in life. Sometimes, she still marveled at what had become of the young guardian who’d once refused to set foot outside the caldera. She’d changed a lot over the years, often forced and molded by the hands of fate. And now she was like a freebird who’d finally come home to roost, she supposed.

Tucking that thought aside, Towhee said, Well, if we all live here together, that’ll be easy to accomplish, and grinned in the direction of the Hobbit Hole.

She should probably temper her expectations, especially after this conversation. But Killdeer was pretty set on coming here—it was only a matter of time—and she really wanted to believe Amalia could bear his children. Towhee would stay one way or the other, though she would be lying if those theoretical puppies didn’t have sway over her.

Hey, I’m pretty hungry. Would you like to help me fetch some breakfast? Towhee invited in the next breath, groaning a little as she stretched onto all fours.