Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

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She'd said what she wanted to say to Towhee and Phox. She knew sooner or later, she would have to bring it up with Niamh, but she was dreading it so much that she kept finding excuses not to have that talk. She had to let her throat heal, or she had to finish stocking a cache, or she had to do one more loop to make sure everything was in order. Anything but hunting down Niamh for what she was sure would be a huge blow-out.

When she spotted a couple indistinct packmates down the slope, Alyx instinctively headed for them, eager to ask if they had any tasks for her so she could put off talking to her mom another day. As she got closer, she recognized Towhee, but the russet-furred wolf with her wasn't familiar. Reyes had been with the pack long enough that they'd probably passed one another a time or two, but she simply had never noticed him before. Oh well. She'd meet him today.

Except... Wait. Alyx's tread slowed as she watched the male rear up onto Towma's back. For a minute or two she was flabbergasted—what the hell?—but then it dawned on her. It dawned on her with the force of an orca slapping a sea lion out of the ocean with a piece of ice.

Oh.

My.

GLOB, ARE THEY FUCKING?

Alyx's head disappeared into her shoulders as disgust made her entire neck fold up. Ew ew ew e w eweweweweWEWEW. Without a single word or sound other than a silent gag, she turned and fled back up the slope.