Redhawk Caldera The sun is bright, our shirts are clean

Towhee came to hover in the doorway, a frown tugging at her lips despite the endearing view inside. Bushtit had arrived this morning to let her know he’d gone by the valley to visit @Towhee Jr et al only to find it completely deserted. He was resting near the borders now, though neither one of them had any idea where (and how) Jr and her family might be now.

Bushtit’s here for a day or two, she shared with Mal, grinning as the mother nabbed her own wayward son and guided him to her belly. I don’t know if he’ll come by to see them, she continued, making no mention of the bad news as she took a seat. I got the distinct impression that that turd doesn’t like kids. Unbelievable.

She shook her head, snorting a dry laugh through her nose as her orange eyes shone fondly upon the newest Redhawks. Bushtit was an idiot if he didn’t think pups were one of the greatest gifts in life. Towhee could only hope he might change his mind one day.