Moonspear ^______________^

He was under the impression that nothing she said could surprise him. He'd been through it all, anyway.

He was very wrong.

Killdeer took this revelation with a slightly slack-jawed expression, looking over his daughter—son?—no, daughter! 

(It would have been helpful for him to have known Towhee's intersex status, but alas.)

But he knew the longer he stared, the more she'd feel uncomfortable, and so he clamped his mouth shut and reached for her again, hoping to pull her into a hug. 

Oh, kiddo, it's okay, he told Treepie, voice soft. I mean—I can't imagine exactly what you're going through. I guess, um, I have a penis, too. And sometimes it gets in the way. But I know it's probably. . .weirder for you. . .

Whaaaat the hell. He felt suddenly, totally unqualified for this conversation. That aside, he needed to say something.

You know everybody here loves you no matter what's between your legs, right, Pie? he assured his daughter. (Or however the young wolf identified.) Seriously. I love you, more than anything.