Redhawk Caldera I'm leavin' tomorrow, whatdya say?

The way Towhee spoke about it, Ruenna wondered if she received regular news from the Frosthawks. The ambassador within Rue was interested, but it would have to be a conversation for another day. It seemed that Towhee was getting restless. 

"We'll be okay," Ruenna assured Towhee. She turned her attention to the pups, who likely had very little concept for what it meant to have "a bad back," having yet to struggle through any lingering injury themselves. 

Caracal took Towhee's departure as an invitation to pounce for his aunt's ear. Ruenna ducked, and then she placed a paw lightly on his shoulders to keep him in place while she swiped her tongue over his ears. 

If it was up to Rue, these children would never know what it meant to have a bad back. Or a bad anything.