Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

She was a little surprised when he took her up on it. Hotah was normally such a busybody, always doing something productive (and usually for someone else’s benefit), though there was so much merit in giving it a rest. Towhee patted her paw on the floor to show her approval as he relaxed beside her.

But young Peregrine seemed to sense the word “peace” being parried about and chose that moment to roll over and holler. Towhee couldn’t heart the sound, of course, but she saw her son’s gaping mouth and the slight tilt of his father’s ears. Towhee rolled her eyes and bent over the little boy, nosing him onto his belly before pinching his nape between her teeth and shoving him up against her least angry nipple.

-This guy,- she remarked, shaking her head. -Such a little pill. We worked so hard to keep his runt ass alive, now I find myself wondering why.-

It was a joke, of course, although the wince when Peregrine latched was all too real. Maybe she should’ve just puked for him, after all. Better yet, maybe should puke on him… that would show him.