Sun Mote Copse Take me home where I belong

God, kids were... a lot.  But shit, they were great too.  Colt would never get tired of looking at them, he thought, though he hadn't expected to be so damn worried all the time along with. If @Niamh wasn't around to keep him in check, likely Colt would have been an even worse helicopter parent than Fin ever was, at least in these early weeks.

He was kept pretty busy otherwise anyway, since they'd given him the conn.  Firebirds wasn't a high maintenance pack and he didn't intend to change much about how Wildfire ran things; the come and go mentality suited him just fine.  But it did mean he had to be there, present, for anyone who might need him.  

That could wait an hour.  He'd been up for an early patrol and now was lazing in the den, watching the kids for a bit.  At first he didn't realize it, but as he glanced at Nellie, it became clear that she was watching back.

Oh sh.... congrats kid, he said, laughing and tousling her soft puppy fur with his muzzle.  How's it lookin?