Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

The second time he mentioned her doppelganger’s name, Towhee picked up on it. It sounded like they’d made good hunting partners, which boded well. Part of her was curious if there was any chemistry there, though she reminded herself she intended to stay entirely out of that particular business.

-No,- she replied quickly to his offer, then thought about it and amended, -I mean yes. Your task is to sit here and chill for a bit. We don’t even have to talk, although I keep meaning to tell you your Ptero gets better every day. There’s merit in just being still and enjoying some peace.-

Of course, “peace” was a relative term when you had three infants at your bosom. Towhee peered at the pups for a moment, stifling a sigh. She didn’t particularly want to share this meal with them. Something suddenly lit up her orange eyes. She wouldn’t ask Hotah—not right after insisting he chill—but there were plenty of mouths living in this den!

-I’m gonna make some else puke for these little pukes,- she decided “out loud,” -but later… I still want to just sit here and be for a little bit. I think it’ll be good for you,- Towhee finished, a teasing look on her face now.