Starglow Basin [m] look what you [m]ade me do

She had no desire to join Verapaz but her son wanted to stay a little longer. So they stayed, on one condition: the two of them camped out nearby rather than intrude. This meant nearly daily forays to the basin, though Towhee didn’t mind, so long as she was there to supervise.

Naturally, Bushtit ran off at the earliest opportunity today. She wanted to chase after him, though her leg hurt too much and, besides, he was grown enough to explore on his own. Soto and his wolves weren’t a danger to her their son, as far as she could tell.

When the unmistakable scent of a woman’s season hit her nose, Towhee wondered if that’s where she might find her wayward boy. Was he off humping some stranger’s leg? Okay, probably not… but she zeroed in on the scent, tracking it down to its source: Fiamma.

Soto was there too. Towhee’s ears drew backward as her orange gaze slid from man to woman, then back again. Was this awkward? Good, she thought, narrowed eyes fixing on Soto as she waited to see what he would do.