Redhawk Caldera Fully symbolic creatures.

Her curiosity was genuine and her mind open as she waited to hear more about this fascinating and modern approach to romance. But as soon as Rue dropped the healer's name, Towhee's whole body went rigid. Her face scrunched as an internal battle commenced. Should she try to interfere, maybe even tell Rue to avoid Kukutux? She was part of an ally's pack, though she was also crazy, per everything Towhee knew about her. She admittedly did not like the idea of sweet Rue mingling with the likes of her, nor being paired up by a she-wolf who believed a woman was basically a receptacle for a man's seed.

That thought alone made the white furs on Towhee's shoulders bristle into ridges. Fucking ugh, she thought, same as when Wraen had told her all about it. The Sovereign was tempted to outright forbid Rue from pursuing this any further, though she didn't want to simply shit on her pack mate's aspirations. If anyone deserved something good, it was Rue. The leader's lips pursed as she finished digesting the Tradesman's inquiry.

"I want you," Towhee spoke slowly, "to be very careful. I've heard a lot of things about Kukutux," very few of them good. "And it's just hearsay—I don't know her personally—but... yeah. I know you have good judgment, Rue. And you deserve happiness." She paused. "I'm happy to help in that department too," she offered before actually answering the question. "I have nothing specific, though you could pass our good news onto Hydra about the litters we expect in early spring."