Redhawk Caldera The sun is bright, our shirts are clean

Good, Towhee replied to the details Amalia shared, particularly those she couldn’t glean for herself, on all counts.

Lyric quit nursing to fuss at Carolina. Towhee watched, orange eyes dancing, though they went a little dim as she wondered how Jr’s children were doing these days. They were older than these two, of course, and perhaps the family had simply relocated elsewhere now that they were more mobile. Her breath hitched.

Trying to redirect her thoughts and attention, the elder suddenly rose onto all fours, spun and then plopped down on the ground again, her back to Mal and the pups. She looked over her shoulder as her tail swept to and fro, just barely swishing over the little ones. Hopefully it would serve as decent sensory stimulation.