Redhawk Caldera Fully symbolic creatures.

Towhee huffed an amused laugh, which-- embarrassing as it was-- was probably in the range of better responses. Despite knowing this to be true, Rue could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. 

"Like.. a matchmaker," she elaborated, her voice smaller. She hadn't really wanted to call it that, mostly because it just made her feel so incredibly pathetic. At least calling it a dating service gave the impression that Rue had some sort of agency in the process. 

"A Moonspear wolf is collecting the names of unmarried people, and, uh.. pairing them up."  Rue's gaze was now determinedly fixed on a spot over Towhee's shoulder.

Actually having this conversation out loud was even more awkward than she had anticipated, but Rue felt the need to at least mention it on the vague off-chance that Kukutux's service would actually work. She didn't want to catch Towhee completely off-guard for... for whatever came next or wherever that might eventually lead Rue. As embarrassed as pathetic as she felt about it, Rue was still holding onto hope that Kukutux would come through for her.