Redhawk Caldera lurken and craven

A sleepover was a foreign concept, but not one that Caro had any trouble imagining. It was there in the name! More confusing was the name that Treepie used.

"Who's taataa?" she asked, making a little face as she wondered why she might care. Perhaps it was one of her aunts or uncles, whose names she wasn't always sure about. Come to think of it, she didn't actually know her big sister's name, either. She opened her mouth to ask, but new thoughts were always waylaying her.

Big Sister pointed out Gigi again. Caro stared over at her, slack-mouthed as she observed all the heaving and jiggling that was going on. It'll be a long time since mama had told her that the babies were coming, and yet, they'd still not arrived. Caro didn't really understand what was going on.

"They're going to be very little when they come out," she recited to Treepie, who she thought might not have heard about this yet. "They won't be able to do much until they're older, and we'll have to be very careful of them." But, was there something she wanted to teach them? Caro hadn't really thought about it.

"We have to teach them how to hunt," she supposed after a moment. She'd heard something like that before. She goggled up at her sister, then. "Did you come to teach them something?" she asked, the idea suddenly occurring to her. Or — "Did you come to teach me? she asked, honored and aghast that Treepie would do such a thing for her, her humble little sister!