Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

What do you want, Reyes? She shot at him, except her teeth were clenched around a snarl and her face pinched in to a contortion of pain even Reyes could not ignore; he had no answer anyway, not this time. He'd already expressed himself and she wasn't going to hear him. The irony of that was currently lost on him.

Just drop it. What's wrong? Reyes loosed a sigh as he spoke, deflating a little and lashing at her with his tone, not that she'd notice. Your face is all scrunched up. Besides the obvious strain between them currently, something else was the matter — Towhee's body had become more hunched as they'd argued.

Reyes sniffed at her, breaching that frigid border around her body to probe for anything he might be able to identify. No blood, anyway.

A flare of panic twisted his gut as he tried to find a reason, and found himself brushing across her side a little too rough, feeling the lump of something in the paunch of her belly.