Blackfoot Forest Rabenballade.

Strange, the relationship the two had. Humping like rabbits one day, disdain for one another the next. There had been a time that Pippin had felt a certain connection to Towhee— a camaraderie and loyalty he hadn’t given to many in his lifetime.

Hell, to none in his life time.

He pushed his mind from the loose threads of their past, gaze sweeping over her for a moment before rolling his shoulders back in a light stretch, certain this would be a rather short interlude. “Not like you to be away from the Redhawks. What are you looking for out here?” The assumption, being, she purposefully sought something to bring her away from her family.