Redhawk Caldera Just go get beer.

As Towhee crowed out a call for Raven and Finley moved close to comfort her, Fiadh's crying slowed to a stuttering sob. She buried her face into her the fur of her mother's neck, feeling like she was two months old again. The youth was normally pretty unflappable, so it felt weird to seek Finley's comfort like that, but in the moment she only wanted to hide away.

In response to all of Finley's concerns, Fiadh shook her head. "Nuh-no," she said through a hiccough, "it d-doesn't hurt, it never hurt me. Just..." Her gaze slid to Towhee then and her ears pulled back. She didn't want to make her older sister feel like shit or anything—Fiadh loved Towhee and though she was shaken and frightened, she didn't blame Towhee for it, exactly—so she turned her muzzle sidelong to Finley's ear in hopes of hiding her lips and quietly admitted, "Towhee attacking me over it just r-really scared me, mom."