Sun Mote Copse On the 858th day...

Yeah, Towhee replied, still looking where she’d left Peregrine and Fox—she was pretty darn certain, anyway—behind. The good news is I walked up on them after they finished, er.

Wraen mused about the term “lovemaking” and Towhee listened, glad that her eyes wouldn’t end up aching this time. She smiled ruefully and finally turned to look at her long lost friend properly. She looked exactly the same as Towhee remembered. She even sounded the same, which made no sense at all.

It’s pretty messy, Towhee agreed, recalling fondly, especially when your pack mate tries to tear you a new asshole during. She smirked. And if you think about it too much, it’s really fucking weird. Pun intended. As for childbirth, well, it isn’t easy but it has nothing on child-rearing…

Of course that made her think of Caracal’s plight and her expression clouded, ears flattening. She swallowed, then wondered if she could ask Wraen about him. Would she know? Towhee couldn’t bring herself to speak. It seemed taboo, somehow. Wasn’t this just a dream? Wraen wasn’t really here, this was all just a figment of her imagination. She couldn’t trust any answers she gave.

Sighing, Towhee’s mind inevitably flicked through her other deceased children, which prompted her to share suddenly, Just so you know, I kept my word and named a landmark after you. She paused. Huh, I guess you kept yours too. You did say you’d haunt me…