Redhawk Caldera Kiss my (uh oh).

Towhee touched on Phox's current state of being, and Rue winced sympathetically. Of course he was suffering. Of course he was just barely making it, tackling the chaos of his life one day at a time. Ruenna felt instantly guilty, ashamed that she could even think of wanting one more thing from a man who was already stretched to his limit. 

Ruenna mentioned the thing about Towhee's (other) brother, and silence stretched out between the pair. For a few beats, all they did was blink at each other. Finally, Towhee capitulated with a casual, "ah, yeah," and then directed the conversation back to the previous topic. 

Must be nice, Ruenna thought, to have so much family around that you could stand to forget a few names. It was yet another privilege of being born into the line of Teekon royalty that was the Redhawks. 

"I'm sure Yuelong is nice, but they should be here, connected to their roots," Ruenna agreed, a little absentminded. She was still brooding on the topic of Redhawk privilege. "This pack is their namesake, and they should inherit it. It's what I want for mine, too--" 

Ruenna stopped speaking suddenly, realizing that she had accidentally dipped into speaking-her-thoughts-aloud territory. She had never meant to imply that she aspired to have pups here, especially when Towhee's last ruling on the topic had been unfavorable. And she definitely hadn't meant to imply that those pups might be Redhawks. Maybe Towhee wouldn't notice the slip..? For stars' sake, Towhee had forgotten her own brother's name, so it stood to reason that her mind wasn't quite the steel trap that it might once have been.