Sun Mote Copse Plasma storm.

He made a valid point. Towhee's mouth opened to remind him of the biological processes at play, only to clap it shut. Surely he knew. And, just as surely, he didn't want to talk about it. Once again, Towhee reminded herself she didn't feel like getting slathered in puke today. Nor did she think Meerkat would appreciate being woken up by her older brother spewing on her head.

Plus, there was all the strange feelings this entire conversation was stirring. Maybe it would've been more maternal to run through the catalog of eligible she-wolves in the pack in response to Bronco's statement, yet Towhee's lips remained shut. She only offered a smile and a shrug, diverting her attention to the slackening storm and wondering to herself if Bronco was picking up on any of her weird tension.

Unbeknownst to her, Meerkat let out a fairly explosive and sudden toot in her sleep. Well, Towhee didn't hear it, though it was only a matter of seconds before the absolutely ratchet smell hit her and she was the one suddenly trying not to vomit. Half-choking, half-laughing, she none too gently extricated herself and burst out into the open air, heedless of the drumming rain as she took a deep breath to wash the stank from her nostrils.