Redhawk Caldera Druid II: fairlight cracktro.

Her orange eyes peered into the dimness at the back of the den. Several sets of eyes glowed back at her, though Lyric’s were the nearest. Towhee’s gaze dropped to his face in time to catch his question. His whining tone was lost on her, though the disgruntled look on his face earned a huff of laughter.

It’s not me, she replied, wonder both in her voice and on her face, it’s your… Towhee paused, face scrunching. Cousin. She paused again, then corrected with a skipped heartbeat, Cousins. I smell at least two.

And what kind of sorcery was that? Towhee blinked down at Lyric, then glanced past him at the den’s other inhabitants as the news landed. Killer and Mal would be happy for her, she knew, even if they likely had some really reasonable reservations. But what would Carolina and Lyric think of new puppies to come?