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Although he had to snicker at Killdeer's pronunciation, Caracal decided that rather than answering his question, he would simply take his nephew there. If his mom was around by then, she would probably be even more cheered by her grandson's presence. It hadn't escaped his notice that Towhee babied the lil' guy even more than her own kids. Part of him was jealous, though mostly he understood. Killdeer was adorable.

His well-timed flatulence made the older boy wrinkle his nose, though he was as endeared as he was impressed. "Damn, son, what did you eat?" he joked, waving a reddish paw in front of his face. That was when the smell actually hit him. Caracal dry heaved and moved his paw to cover his nose. "Seriously," he said nasally, laughing.

Once he could breathe again, Caracal floated his idea, only of course he had to include some teasing. "The Hobbit Hole is where all the cool kids hang out. If you think you're cool enough, come with me." With a wink, he pivoted and began heading back in that direction.