Redhawk Caldera And my cuts have healed with time

Fennec drew away from her, earning a furrowed brow from Towhee she would of course never see. Her daughter had always been mercurial with her moods though, so she didn't read too far into it. Besides, she was distracted as she abruptly made to go.

"Wait," the Sovereign said without even knowing why, though she abruptly did remember, "were you still interested in being Regent...?" It might be a lot at once, though Towhee had never understood the wolves who couldn't handle the dichotomy of leadership and parenthood. It was the most dominant wolves in the pack who were meant to breed after all, wasn't it?

And quite possibly for that very reason, Towhee suddenly didn't want to bother deliberating it any further. "It's yours, if you do want it," she added in the next breath.