Redhawk Caldera flintstar

He draped one limb over her shoulder so they could lay on their sides and face one another. He felt her limbs cross and curl against his chest, and looked adoringly upon her, and the way her fur seemed to look even more bronze in the darkness of their den. He felt grateful, and surprised as well- that he had managed to find someone so lovely.

”Borva and Tremelia,” He repeated with a faint smile. ”Were they on your Mom’s side or your Dad’s side of the family?” He asked.