Redhawk Caldera No boys allowed.

What felt like a gallon of urine poured out of her, yellowing the snow. Towhee let out an immense sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder. When she inhaled, the scent struck her more pungently than usual. Her nose wrinkled and she gagged theatrically for her own entertainment before she went suddenly very still as a realization hit her upside the head.

At the very same moment, she noticed a pale figure hopping her way through the snow. Towhee felt like she was made of jelly as she shook her rump and stood up straight, the knowledge of what was coming coursing through her bloodstream and setting her insides aflutter. It would explain her recent restlessness, plus that strange desire to go wandering across the wilderness...

This wasn't her first rodeo. It wasn't even her second. Towhee knew what to expect and what she wanted to happen. Mind whirling, she plunged down toward Fennec with a bark, hoping to meet her in the middle.