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Her heart twinged a little when Carolina expressed confusion over Killdeer’s title. Obviously his younger children didn’t call him that. She glanced at the man in question, then decided to put a positive spin on it. It was a special title, reserved for Tikaani and herself.

That’s what I call your dad, she said, gesturing at him before querying softly, What do you call him?

She filed away that information as they excitedly discussed the incoming puppies. It was clear someone had explained the situation to Caro; she recited facts like a studious pupil. Pie grinned at her, her eyes bright as the girl started drawing conclusions about her visit.

I didn’t even know they were here! she confessed, then amended, Or very nearly here, anyway. No, I came to see you and your brother, plus taataa. She paused, yellow eyes still dancing. Would you like me to teach you something? I’d be happy to, supposing it’s something I know how to do, she disclaimed with a quiet laugh.

Before her younger sister could suggest a subject, Towhee let out a noise that made Treepie jump, her head swinging toward the Hobbit Hole’s far wall. She knew labor was called that for a reason, though that sound had been rather dreadful. Her eyes were wide as they flicked back to Caro’s face, wondering what she made of such sounds.

If you want to get out of here for a little bit, we can continue this conversation outside, she offered preemptively, loath as she was to miss any of this, even the jarring sound effects.