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

Her brow furrowed when Amalia expressed her worry about Killdeer. She didn’t necessarily share this particular concern. He was in his prime. But Towhee did think they could use another hunter and guardian in their ranks. Just one more would be enough, she thought, to get the pack off its feet and take care of the incoming puppies.

It’s hard work, but it’ll be well worth it. I’m excited for the day when we’re official again, Towhee mused, dropping the bone with a clatter. I know I told you I’d be here, and I will, but it was good to get out of the house too. Maybe I can scout the surrounding areas, try to scrounge up a recruit.

Bushtit would’ve been the perfect fit, though Towhee knew better than to ask again. Her son was living large out there in the wilderness. He stopped by frequently enough that she didn’t end up missing him too badly. She did wonder if he would be a vagabond for life, or if some pack or another might draw him in someday.

I’ll get on that in a couple of days. Gonna sit back and relax in the meantime. It really is good to be home, Towhee said, pushing the bone to the side and letting out a happy sigh.