Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

Towhee couldn’t remember whether she’d ever experienced the early signs of pregnancy. Had she ever had morning sickness? Or weird cravings? She shrugged to herself as she padded along the eastern ridgeline. There was a non-zero chance she wouldn’t know she was pregnant until a puppy tore its way out of her body with all the fanfare of Alien’s chestburster. There was a historic precedent for it.

Whether or not she was growing his offspring, the Elder knew she owed @Hotah a conversation. She’d told him she would seek him out after she returned, so she decided to make good on her word now. Towhee folded into a sit facing the distant Lion’s Head Mesa, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth of the setting sun on her scarred back before shooting a summoning note skyward.