Sawtooth Spire wild kids

Some of the tension he’d been holding in his shoulders relaxed when Heda carried on with her joking. He stared at her, marveling at the unexpected turn his life had taken lately. Well, he supposed this was just the latest in a series of recent twists. It was certainly the most palatable of them.

I think we both might be a bit touched in the head, he mused, moving closer and halfheartedly kicking some snow at her. But if you’re in, I’m in, he added, holding out the same paw for a fist bump to commemorate their fictitious marriage.

Mmkay, Mrs Redhawk, he agreed when she said it was time to find something to eat. Unless you want me to take your last name?