Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

"I'm not dropping it," she retorted. "Your kids are currently killing me, so the least you can do is humor me." If wolves sweated, beads of it would surely be pouring down her face. As it were, the cords in her neck began to stand out as she strained, though the cramp eventually ebbed away like the others.

Taking control of her face, Towhee relaxed her muscles, softening her expression. "I don't get you, or this. I don't understand what we're even fighting about. We can talk shit to one another but I know we both care about these kids. I want us to be partners, Reyes. If I didn't want you here, you'd know it. I wouldn't be standing here, telling you I want to be mates..."

Here came another cramp. She gasped and fell to her wolfish knees, exactly like she meant to propose to him, only instead of asking, "Will you marry me?" Towhee said, "BluuuUUUhhh."