Sun Mote Copse The thing about kinked tail

Wraen obliged her, though not before refuting Towhee's dismissal. The Regent said nothing, feeling a prickle of indignation crawling like fire ants down her spine. She wasn't going to talk about it with Wraen, at least not right now. If she was going to talk to anyone, it would be Phox or maybe Niamh, though Towhee truthfully had no intentions whatsoever of telling anyone about her strange crush.

Rather than get up in arms about Wraen pressuring her to spill her guts, Towhee deflected by saying, -"Of course I worry about Fen, I'm her mother. And I don't think there's a single thing wrong with Meerkat, which is actually kind of spooky. She's just so damn delightful. And she came out of me."- Not for the first or last time, Towhee shook her head in disbelieving wonder.

Trying to gently steer the conversation away from herself again, Towhee wondered, -"If it's still bothering you after so long, have you talked to Eljay about it?"- Hopefully it was just a minor ache, though what if there was something wrong and Wraen deteriorated until she couldn't hunt or fight? Towhee couldn't help but recollect her variety of injuries over the years and feel silently grateful that she'd adapted and overcome most of them.