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The man spoke—and a frown flit across her features momentarily before she properly schooled it. Towhee sought a healer—lactation—and she felt the pang of it within her breast, though she would hide this by blinking momentarily, her eyes finally settling on the man as he questioned her.

Stark eyes set against a coat reminiscent of rich earth—brawn. Only a few years earlier, there might have been a blush that would have glossed over her cheeks at his presence. Reyson had, in all the best ways, turned her life a complete 180.

“Yep,” she offered, her response giving a little ‘pop’ to the ‘p’ at the end—the only insight to her thoughts on Towhee’s complete dismissal of her.

And still—the ‘new’ mother announced they would continue on then, and she blinked again. She did not argue—who was she to argue against a woman who was so desperately looking to help her child?

“Towhee—I do have experience helping in these matters,” she began—but whether ptero-speaking she-wolf acknowledged this or not, she did not know—all she did know, was she was not leaving her alone in this moment.