Sawtooth Spire wild kids

"ohmygod," heda muttered, her silver-ornamented eyes widening as she cocked her head incredulously at caracal.
but she didn't say no.
heda rolled her shoulders, shrugging as she considered the practicality. "well, it would certainly end any questions," she murmured. "we might get some questions, from lane especially."
but there were babies on the summit, and their leader might have more, and that might keep veteran close to home, and —
"okay, wifey," heda decided, smirking off toward the distance. working on impulse was pretty sweet. why not just agree?