Redhawk Caldera Rebel riff.

No, well, that’s the thing, Towhee explained, I’ve had two ‘oops, I didn’t know I was pregnancies!’ I literally didn’t realize until I was shitting out a kid. So there’s a very real possibility I won’t show any signs, on the very off chance I did get knocked up.

She shrugged again, then just looked at him for a moment. They were still pretty much strangers. He seemed easygoing—he definitely struck her as a sort of go-with-the-flow type—but there was no telling. Towhee still wasn’t sure about that shot from the hip when he’d approached.

We barely know each other. Even if the co-parenting gig skips us, we’re still pack mates. I’d like to get to know you better. And maybe I’m flattering myself, but I assume you’d also like to know more about me.

As if to indicate she wanted a nice, long conversation, Towhee suddenly sprawled in the grassy dirt. She made sure to keep her back to the setting sun as she stretched out her legs and let out a little sigh. When she settled, she looked up at Hotah, motioning for him to make himself comfortable.

I know you’re a good lay, she quipped with a mischievous look in her eye, so lay down.