Firefly Glen [BWH]I sit and I wonder

Killdeer was a man suffused with gratitude.

He had always been a positive soul, but more than ever, there was much to be thankful for. His youngest children were growing big, beautiful and strong. His grandmother had birthed (!!) still more children, which meant his latest collection of piblings were many seasons his junior—a fact that never ceased to amuse him. Faces new and old had joined their ranks, which were fairly strong as they headed toward winter.

And now, a call to the hunt from the northeast. He recognized Rodyn's friendly voice and responded in kind, before making his way down the caldera, summoning members along the way.

Come hunt! Killer told Amalia over the wind, tail wagging excitedly. @Lyric and @Carolina were invited along, too; they were old enough to observe, if not yet participate. Towhee would stay behind with her newborns, naturally, and someone ought to stay with the nursing mother. He'd leave that to the rest of the adults to decide—perhaps the junior Towhee would watch over her namesake while they hunted. 

The Patriarch let this jubilant message echo through field and forest, and before long, the Redhawk wolves were well on their way to Firefly Glen and the prospect of a feast.

@Alivia @Hotah @Tzar (not tagging new beebs for obvious reasons)

Redhawks are still on the way as of this post, but others can feel free to have them arrive in your post!