Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

A figure emerged from the trees on the far side of the clearing, catching Towhee's attention. The wind was picking up and she knew the rain was only moments away. Bronco spotted her and began to move in her direction, so the Regent retreated further under the nearby brush to shield herself from the imminent tempest. She will wondered about the others, who must be huddled up elsewhere, but she welcomed the yearling's presence.

His remark earned a smirk from her and her mouth opened to make a dirty joke when she thought better of it. They would be sharing a confined space for a while, she didn't want Bronco to puke on her. That thought made her laugh under her breath. She would never forget Bronco and Meerkat puking in tandem over the whole concept of sex. For the first time since it'd happened, she caught herself wondering why he'd reacted so strongly.

Towhee wondered if it would be weird to prod him about it. She wasn't exactly a tactful wolf; nothing was off limits. But this was also Niamh's son. He was practically her nephew, though she'd never formally thought of him that way. Regardless, did she really want to discuss sex when stuck alone with him? She regarded him speculatively in the dim light of the encroaching storm and it hit her again that Bronco had grown into quite a fine young man. Luckily, he didn't take after Colt much, another thought that made her snort quietly.

Eventually, she decided to throw that entire train of thought over a cliff and say, -"We never had our followup about consciences. Are you still having, y'know, issues?"- Her query was punctuated by a thunderclap that silently vibrated the roots of her teeth.