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She had not considered that step. Would she be allowed to do such? How hands on were all the adults with the youngest members of the Redhawks? She supposed she could learn how to be a proper babysitter. It would keep her busy when she was not patrolling or sniffing out any evidence for wayward bodies.

There was some soft swing of surprise in her gut to think she did not hate the idea of being in charge of such...small things. Vulnerable lives. Trailhawk had never had the pleasure of playing big sister, but now? It might be nice.

When the other woman grabbed hold, she took the chance to chew a bit more aggressively. Molars involved, the base of the small branch was shredded until it was finally broke free from the rest of the tree.

UH-HUH! Which might have been an aha! if her mouth was not full of sapling branch. Carefully placed on the ground, her tongue ran over her teeth and felt all the soft wood that had been ground into them. Annoying, but worth it.

You are smart! She beamed with a whipping tail behind her. Have you babysat?