Redhawk Caldera (M) Don’t click play.

Hotah cracked an eye at the racket beside him, the sunrise spilling across Towhee’s sprawled frame. For someone who could barely hear, she sure as hell made up for it in the snoring department. He huffed a laugh under his breath, rolling onto his side.
Guess I should be flattered, he said, kept you busy enough to knock you out like a log.
His jaw stretched in a yawn before he settled back down. Dark eyes tracked the horizon for a beat, then returned to the older woman at his side. Busy nights, loud mornings— he could get used to this kind of chaos.