Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

Someone pounded the ground nearby, prompting Towhee to crack open one eye. She groggily raised her head to eyeball Hotah, wondering why he’d disturbed her rest. Then his lips—and her nose—guided her attention to the fresh meat at his feet. Towhee’s mouth started watering immediately.

She registered his remark about Jr, though she was too sleepy—not to mention hungry—to read between the lines. Towhee eagerly tugged the closest cut to herself, then chowed down. She ate noisily, well aware that a good portion of this meat would come right back up in a few moments to share with the pups stirring beside her.

After taking the edge off her hunger, Towhee licked her lips, wiped a paw across her mouth and finally said, -Thanks. And good…- Was it morning? Afternoon? Evening? -Day,- she decided.