Redhawk Caldera it's a sign of the times.

Finley answered dismissively, which earned a quirked brow from Towhee. Perhaps her aunt had simply passed gas or something and didn't want to own up to it. Although she was a precocious child, the Xi didn't intuit any particularly groundbreaking knowledge originating with her godmother's scent. So she let it go and flopped down beside the she-wolf with a very, very dramatic sigh.

The momentary distraction had fizzled out some of her frustration, plus she was pretty sure Finley wouldn't be particularly sympathetic about her plight, so Towhee said nothing for a long moment. She traced shapes in the grass with a grumpy look on her face for a few moments before finally lifting her orange eyes to Finley again.

Apropos of nothing, she asked, "Aunt Finley, how do you become mates with someone?"