Northstar Vale It's "Can I get a witness?" time

It was probably a good thing that Maxim was out and about on errands. It would have been a strange image to return to – boy pulling something from Towhee’s face while she shouted curse words at him.

Jack loved this shit. He wished his mom would shout swear words more often. Besides, he felt like when she was getting her face mutilated by her son… it was warranted. Towhee was a trooper. All she had to do was cuss in his face and then she was ready to rock and roll on the next one.

The young Redhawk had learned his lesson from the first. He would need to grip tight and yank with all his might to get the last quill out. They’d landed close enough on her face that it might further the tear he had caused with the first one. No way to help it, though. He planned to make it quick.

Lean in, grab, and yank.

Sick… that one made a popping noise as it came out.

Jack looked back to his mom with the quill in his teeth and then threw back his head to celebrate.

The quill was sucked into his throat and his eyes grew wide.