Redhawk Caldera And my cuts have healed with time

Fennec flinched away from her and Towhee's paw snapped back like she'd been scalded. She could clearly read the message her daughter's lips formed, although it didn't really jive with her reaction. If Fen felt like they couldn't communicate openly, there was really no hope they could conduct a conducive working relationship, a realization which made the Sovereign's stomach twist in an altogether new way.

But that was apparently nothing compared to whatever was ailing Fennec. Her daughter promptly lost her lunch. Now Towhee's concern went from a tickle to a punch. "Fen!" she shouted stupidly, then, "CARACAL!" as the little boy promptly began to eat his sister's barf.