Redhawk Caldera it's gonna be may

We did it, Gramma, Killdeer told her with a grin. I think we're off and running here. I can't thank you enough. . .we really couldn't have done it without you.

@Towhee had indeed worked her ass off—much more than he would have liked. With Redhawk Caldera's foothold finally (somewhat) secured, he hoped now that the elder stateswoman could rest on her laurels, with the rest providing for her needs.

He gestured for her to amble alongside him, the two taking well-worn trails through the interior of the territory.

I've been thinking of the pack hierarchy, he went on. I want it to be based around family, and skills. So Amalia and I can be Matriarch and Patriarch, and the rest based on what they're good at—but I was wondering if you would be okay with being my Number Two.

Killdeer stopped and gave Towhee a look of love and trust. I can't imagine anyone else in the role, Gramma, he said fervently. Please think about it, at least—I promise we won't work you too hard.