Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

Hotah settled beside her, letting the warmth of the den and her easy authority soften the last edges of the hunt. He watched her hands as she signed, the quick no—yes pulling a quiet smile from him.

Her praise for his Ptero earned a small, pleased huff, his brow tipping in modest acknowledgment. He didn’t interrupt, just let her talk, the quiet between them already working its way into his shoulders.

When she mentioned making someone else puke for the pups, his mouth twitched—more of a smirk than a smile.

-Good plan,- he murmured, voice low so as not to disturb the sleeping trio.

Then, leaning back into a comfortable sit, he added with a soft, teasing exhale:

-Yeah… sitting sounds good.-

A glance at her, grateful and a little tired.

-I’ll take the peace.-