Redhawk Caldera Heartsigh.

Fairywren seemed disinclined to rouse despite her mother’s insistent proddings. Towhee scowled, though the expression quickly softened into a concerned frown. Peregrine was the smallest of the trio, though he was lively and growing fast. This little girl, however, was often lethargic and wasn’t putting on weight as quickly as her siblings…

Careless of this, Tawny Lark climbed right over her sprawled sister to get at the regurgitated meat. Peregrine had also dove headfirst into her stew. Heartened that two of her children had responded so well to this first offering, Towhee decided to focus on that small win rather than fret over Fairywren. Sleep was important for growth too, so she would let her—and her own nipples—rest for a bit before trying to nurse her.

Watching Lark in particular for a moment, Towhee signed, -By the way, you’re my favorite for today.-