Redhawk Caldera Take me to the good times

It didn't really work like that, with heats being unpredictable and all. But Towhee didn't counter her brother, nodding at him. She agreed with his sentiments, anyway, and hoped the timing worked out magically for them all. In the meantime, there wasn't much use in hypothesizing and speculating.

-"I think I smell deer shit,"- the Sovereign announced abruptly, smirking at Phox. -"Think we're getting close,"- she observed astutely, just moments before their paws carried them within actual visual range of a herd.

From this distance, she tried to gauge whether it was the same one from the other day. She began counting, only to realize she hadn't counted the last time, so the number was useless. Maybe he had? Towhee exchanged a glance with him, though she made no move to advance on the ungulates, for several pragmatic reasons.

-"Just looking at them makes me hungry. What say we go pick up some leftovers?"-