Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"Okay, mom," Wraen nodded and made up a "goodie-goodie-girl" expression just for the fun of it. It had been great to feel reconnected to all things: from breaking news to family gossip, to relationship blogging and advice. They had covered it all and - she could not speak for Towhee - but this had really made her feel better than before. Less lonely, more involved. 

"When me and Maia find that place - you will be the first to have a look around," she promised. "We will even have an honorary den for you there - a place of peace and quiet, when caldera gets too loud for you!" she winked, referring to this spring, when she had taken both moms for an outing. It had not turned out to be as fun as it had initially sounded, but they could rekindle that tradition.

In order to bond. And to keep their sanity in an ever-changing world.