Redhawk Caldera And my cuts have healed with time

That name dowsed much of the anger burning in her chest, though her brow still furrowed. Were the two of them romantically involved or had they simply fallen prey to their hormones? She supposed it would make her a hypocrite if she judged, even though she knew she should come down harder on them both about this. It could be taken as a sign of disrespect to her authority, though Towhee simply couldn't bring herself to feel that way. It made a lot more sense to assume they'd simply been thoughtless in the throes of passion.

"Hm, well, how much you want him involved is up to you," Towhee said, eyes eating into Fen's face. Maybe that wasn't quite fair, though Towhee had always placed mothers above fathers and she wasn't apologetic about it. "Do you know where you're at with it?" Her own approach to her pups' fathers' involvement had swung wildly from year to year, so one way or another, she could probably relate.