Redhawk Caldera Caution ahead.

Towhee watched Alivia’s lips closely, her way of listening carefully. The mushrooms she’d discovered weren’t worth the risk, though Hotah apparently had a better eye for edible fungi. That said, Livi informed her that red meat was very important at this later stage of her pregnancy. Towhee’s head tipped to the side.

Don’t worry, I can eat all of the above. I feel like a bottomless pit lately, she said. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to drop to the ground and shovel that into my mouth, she joshed, flicking her toes at Hotah’s offering. I’ll tell him to bring me more… wait, what counts as red meat?

She shifted her weight, reluctantly tearing her eyes off the food to look back into Livi’s face. Towhee blinked some more rainwater out of her eyes, starting to feel a little irked by the weather now. They should move this conversation elsewhere, though she didn’t know what to do about the food. How the hell had Hotah managed to transport it all so expertly?

I’m gonna snarf this, she decided aloud. Then I’d love to find somewhere less wet to continue this conversation. I won’t keep you long, Towhee promised, already getting into position over the proverbial supper late. I just wouldn’t mind picking your brain about my dietary needs a bit more before I let you get back to whatever you were doing before I waylaid you.