Haunted Wood I think I was wrecked all along.

The mention of Wraen's pack made Towhee draw in a sharp breath, a different brand of hurt spangling in her chest. That loss was still fresh, the pain raw. She almost dropped her eyes, still wet with tears she thought for sure might fall now. In fact, one escaped from her right eye and she moved to swipe at it before the agony in her paw reminded her to be still. She let out another hiss and just let the saltwater slip down her cheekbone.

All the while, she tried to maintain her focus on Bridget's words. She missed a few of them in her distraction, though she caught enough to garner meaning through context. She seemed like a very humble wolf, downplaying her role in saving Towhee's life and insisting there wasn't much to tell otherwise. The Sovereign cocked her head, sure that wasn't true, but it seemed like maybe Bridget wasn't the type who enjoyed having the spotlight on herself.

"Well, it may not be huge to you but it's absolutely huge to me. I'm alive because of you. More importantly, my kids won't be orphans." She ran her tongue over her lips, feeling a pang for them. Another tear escaped and Towhee switched the subject quickly, asking, "What court?"