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She felt X squeeze her when Tegan mentioned her shoulders and she turned her head to glance at him. She swore she saw amusement in the hawk's eyes. She rolled her own at him, then quickly turned to face Tegan again. She didn't want to miss anything he said.

She felt a ripple of resentment at the way Tegan spoke about Quixote. Admiringly, ugh. Towhee didn't hate the Alpha outright, though there was no love lost between them these days. We'll have to agree to disagree, she thought but did not say.

This brief conversation made her think though. She kept her interactions with the Alpha to a bare minimum lately, though perhaps she should rectify that. It wasn't really acceptable for two of the pack's leaders to avoid one another. And, well, a lot had happened since they'd last spoken in any real capacity. Towhee thought of Niamh and frowned.

"Why don't you call him here? I can back you up if you want," Towhee suggested.