Redhawk Caldera Blues

Towhee chortled at Wraen's words. "Dunno about that. But, honestly," she replied, "after everything you and I have been through, I can't imagine anything that would damage our friendship irreparably. Like, I literally can't think of what you'd have to do in order for me to hate you forever. It'd have to be really egregious." She could've run with the joke and cooked up some silly scenarios, but...

The fact of the matter was, so many wolves really did come and go in one's life. So few ever remained for good, so Towhee knew to value those who did. Even though the nature of their friendship had changed over time, including the physical distance between them, Towhee's relationship with Wraen felt pretty damn solid. She hoped it remained that way always, until one of them met her natural end.

"Hey, Niamh and I are going to need a break from the kids in the near future, so let's steal away again sometime, just the three of us. I know we've talked about doing it again but let's actually do it this time. I'll leave the location for the rendezvous up to you, I'm sure you'll find someplace suitably bitchin' and witchin'." Because coven, yo.