Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

Wraen quickly apologized before launching into a soliloquy that left Towhee's eyeballs aching and wobbling by the end. But she did listen, silently, to every word. It all sounded so dramatic, particularly on this Kukutux's behalf. Sounds like Cuckoo Tux is cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, the Sovereign mused even as she more seriously tried to place the name. Wasn't she Fennec's mentor? Towhee's brow scrunched.

Her companion admitted to some shenanigans of her own last spring and the entire thing made Towhee want to roll her eyes. She understood there was some seriously bad blood here, yet it was all so... something. The fact that they were essentially arguing over Arcturus's genitals and where he should put them also didn't escape Towhee's notice. What would Kukutux—hell, what would Hydra—think about the fact that she was holding onto the dude's "V" card? If Wraen had torn her a new one, then they... damn...

"Hey, what's wrong with whores?" was her first remark after Wraen finished. "I feel like there's a lot of tall talk going on here. I mean, who is this Cuckoo lady? Do you think she'd really come after you? But," she continued, fighting another sigh, "if you want peace, it's probably best to keep keeping your distance. Maybe..." Towhee paused, thinking. "Maybe you could go to Frosthawks or, uh, Trifexis? No, Tri...fecta? Tegan's and Bat's pack to the south."