Redhawk Caldera Metanoia.

Bridget let out the wolf-equivalent of a whistle at that little reveal, but she didn't cast her own judgement in the mix. She had no idea what incited a father to attack a cub but she knew it happened sometimes. Sometimes it had "rational" reasons behind it and sometimes it didn't. It did pique her curiosity. Was Towhee overprotective, or was it bad enough to warrant kicking him to the curb.

It wasn't any of her business... well, it was sort of her business. They had kids in Brecheliant. Speaking of -

He's a part of Brecheliant now. Why I asked, and how I know him. She replied, and despite the conversational tone, she did watch a little more carefully for Towhee's reaction to the news. She didn't feel the need to keep any of that secret, not with the awkwardness already all out there. She must've met him somehow.

Wasn't as if they truly talked much, nowadays.

That line was just going to get her frustrated, hell. If I could, I'd make sure he stays out of your fur for a while. Unfortunately I don't have much say in all that. She added, hoping that might lighten the mood a little. Course it could very well do the opposite. Shit, actually, probably would now that she actually thought about the words. Whoops. She smiled apologetically and laughed. Guess I could offer to kick his ass if he does?