Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Of course, during this moment of crises Towhee would refuse to back down from a fight. She cycled through more crap and Reyes had to tune it out to keep inspecting her; but she did mention something about the kids inside her causing a fuss — and there was nothing he could do about that.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Their argument was stupid. Not only that, it was dangerous — too much stress for Towhee's body to handle,  maybe. Reyes reasoned as much and hastily tried to diffuse this new threat to the little family.

FINE! He shouted while his growing terror siezed him; thankfully the volume level would not cause Towhee to spin out of sorts any more than she already was. Let's be mates. There, done, mission accomplished. Now will you lay down? Breathe, or something? God, he'd give anything for either of his mothers to be here right now, coaching him through what to do here.

What if the babies were coming? It hadn't been long enough, had it? Were they in trouble — was Towhee in trouble? God damn it. What was he supposed to do?