Redhawk Caldera Druid II: fairlight cracktro.

She didn’t catch Lyric’s jab, her eyes currently caught on Killdeer’s in particular. But then the pup scrambled closer to her and tried wedging himself beneath her forelegs. Towhee raised one to accommodate him, the movement automatic despite her blinks of confusion. A snap of lightning cleared that up a beat later.

I always thought storms were cool myself, she said to him, though she hugged him closer, aware that he didn’t feel the same. Maybe she was feeling even more maternal than usual, for reasons. They can’t hurt you, Ricky. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a quill in my eye and all that…

She nosed the crown of his head, feeling little thrills rushing through her when she realized she would soon be cuddling a much tinier pup, quite possibly more than one. It was at once so easy and so hard to imagine. Towhee hoped she hadn’t gone nuts, that she really was smelling two. Just two, she thought hopefully toward her midsection.