Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

After at least a week of full-contact cuddling Reyes was in a good place, at least mentally. He hadn't thought about anything except for Towhee while they were together and in the rare instances she stepped away, he pined for her presence. It was a kind of relationship he had never cultivated before. He was stuck in a state of puppy-love which had worn down his defenses.

Reyes hadn't thought about his issues for a while. He ate, drank, slept, when necessary and in between those moments, dicked around with Towhee to his heart's content. He couldn't imagine going backwards from this - the thought never did occur to him that Towhee was only after him for one reason. Once her heat ended where would that leave them?

Alas, this did come to pass. One morning when Reyes woke in their shared cave, he found himself alone. He shook off the sleep with a shuffle of his shoulders, ignoring his bed-head as he passed from cave to snowbound wilderness, and looked around, sort-of like a bear surfacing for the first time since hibernation, appearing quite smug.