Redhawk Caldera The sun is bright, our shirts are clean

She didn’t think her son would bother, though she didn’t say anything. Towhee knew kids weren’t for everyone, though when it came to her direct descendants, she wanted them to multiply indefinitely. How dare Bushtit attempt to deny her the future grandchildren she deserved!

Don’t worry, she said to the pups as she took a few steps closer to Amalia, you don’t need your stinky… whatever he is to you. I’ve got plenty of love to give. Towhee took a seat. Is he really? I wouldn’t know, she said in reply to Mal’s remark.

She didn’t want to disturb Lyric while he was latched, so she reached out and ran a paw down @Carolina Redhawk’s velveteen back. The little girl squirmed slightly, so Towhee made another pass with a little more pressure to avoid tickling the infant by accident. Carolina calmed and grew still under the gentle strokes, though Towhee felt a slight vibration.

Is she whimpering? Happily, I hope.