Sun Mote Copse Coyote ugly.

That didn’t help her concern, though it was at least an explanation. The miscarriage wasn’t worrying (aside from sympathetic worry, though Towhee seemed alright with the outcome). It was the continued bleeding afterward. She was opening her mouth to ask about pain when Towhee continued.

Caracal. Fennec’s ears went back sympathetically, but then Towhee said another name that had them prick up with surprise and confusion. She told me about Caracal. I’m sorry, mom. She couldn’t imagine it. Considering how constructively she’d dealt with the other heartbreaks in her life, she would be nowhere near what her mom was. Fuck. Towhee was a badass, but the admiration she felt was tempered with regret. Her mom didn’t deserve that, badass or not.

She didn’t say anything about Bronco though. I plan on going to see Killdeer as soon as the kids are born. I think he’ll understand me needing to make sure things are okay here first. Fennec paused, both curious and at the same time not wanting to ask. It felt wrong, somehow, asking about Bronco directly. Knowing Towhee, if what happened had anything to do with Killdeer, she’d let Fennec know.