Redhawk Caldera Who needs vanilla when you have me.

Amazing thread title!

Hotah’s ears twitched at the sound of her voice carrying down the slope, loud and unashamed as ever. The corner of his mouth lifted, amused despite himself, as he adjusted course toward her hillock perch.
Pig and marmot, hm? he called back as he climbed, almond eyes glinting with mirth. Might have to raid half the valley for that order. But for you, Elder, I’ll see what I can do.
He came to stand at her side, gaze briefly flicking to her belly before returning to her face. There was a warmth in his smile, the kind that smoothed over her grumbling. Steak too, if you’re lucky. Might just have to settle for venison until I track down a piglet willing to throw itself at my paws.
A chuckle slipped free, soft but rich. He tipped his head, voice dropping a shade more gently as his eyes lingered on her bump. Looking good, Towhee. Even with the… crusty steak situation.