Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

She recognized both his comments as platitudes, though with Hotah, there was a an earnest authenticity to everything that came out of his mouth. Besides, he was right. Peregrine was probably a little jerk because he’d inherited that trait from his dear old mother. And peace was boring, though sometimes the chaos made it seem so appealing. Towhee grunted.

She let their baby boy nurse for as long as she could stand, though growls started to leak out of her in rhythm with Peregrine’s emphatic, thrashing tugs. When Towhee had had enough, she simply stood. This detached him. When he promptly sat up and leaped for her underside, her lips pulled back from her teeth. She didn’t bite nor even nip her son… but when he insisted, she shoved him back with her snout.

-I’m going to find someone who’s willing to not only upchuck for him but keep an eye on them for a few minutes,- she said, an annoyed edge to her movements as she signed. -Then we’re going to get out of here,- she added, the pissy look in her eyes softening when they made contact with Hotah’s.