Redhawk Caldera And nobody cries, there’s only butterflies.

Amalia reported some body aches, which shook hands with her earlier assessment: hopefully, they’d kept very busy. She tried to swallow the laugh that bubbled in her throat, though it escaped at the younger woman’s exclamation of, “Oh goodness.” Preoccupied, indeed…

Sounds like my grandson was doing his job then, Towhee said, eyes dancing, though her expression grew serious once more as she said, I really wanna know what’s up with that scent though.

She supposed now wasn’t the time to investigate, unless she wanted to drop Amalia like a hot potato. And she didn’t want to do that. Towhee shifted her weight, then decided to take her cues from her granddaughter-in-law, who didn’t seem especially perturbed.

Seems like everything went as it should. I know you were worried about that. She paused, head cocking as Towhee thought aloud, They’ll be born at the end of spring, maybe early summer.