Redhawk Caldera No boys allowed.

The sound of Towhee's bark preceded the scent, which immediately made Fennec's nose wrinkle.  By the time she got to her mom, she'd dropped the expression, though she still felt a pretty big... distaste? At it.  It made her uncomfortable, on a base level, and she figured she knew about what that meant.  Wasn't it a little cold for that?

Fennec forgot for a minute what she was going to ask.  What's going on, mom?  She asked, the undercurrent to her tone probably cluing Towhee in that she was asking a question she might already know the answer to.