Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Hotah’s brows lifted a little as he considered that. Trailhawk. He hadn’t thought about it much, but now that Towhee mentioned her, the pale huntress drifted into his mind— quick, sharp, confident.
Still, if he did end up having pups with Towhee… would that bother her? The thought snagged, uneasy.
I’m in no business to steal women, he said finally, giving his shoulders a small roll. If something ever happens, it’ll be because both sides want it. Otherwise, it’s not worth the mess.
His gaze steadied on Towhee. Right now, I’m just trying to be useful here. Learn the names, pull my weight, not cause trouble. A faint grin tugged at his mouth. Pretty low bar, I know— but it’s a start.