Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

She let her full weight sink to the ground as the pain gripped her. Towhee groaned, the sound turning to a sharp hiss as she wondered, Is something wrong? Am I miscarrying? Her eyes squeezed shut against that thought, causing her to miss Reyes's, "FINE!" But they fluttered open again and she did catch the rest of the words, prompting a wry laugh that was part sob.

Towhee rolled her weight slightly to one side so her belly wasn't pressed uncomfortably to the ground. The latest cramp faded and she let out a sigh as she stretched out both fore and hind legs. Changing her center of gravity seemed to help. As she sprawled there, she waited for another wave of pain, but it didn't come.

Letting her hot cheek fall to squish against the cool earth, she looked up at the concerned, hovering Reyes. "What if all of us—you, me, the kids—became Rivhawks instead?" she joked weakly. "Ugh," she said in the next breath, "I think it's over?" To tentatively test that theory, she drew in her legs, curling.

That expressed a fart so abruptly that it startled Towhee with its sheer force. She didn't hear it but it sounded like a gunshot. As soon as it released, she felt even better... and squeezed deliberately, again and again, filling the caldera with the sound of rapid machine gunfire.