Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Towhee didn't catch his retort, though she knew he was saying something, as she could feel the vibrations against the side of her face. "Mmm," she replied, tipping her muzzle upward and repeating the breathy croon of pleasure as he nipped down her throat. It wasn't necessarily a sensual sensation, though it felt good. She even shuddered a little.

Eyes closed, she said skyward, "We should go back to the cave, Mr Rivaini." It was a gentle jest aimed at their heated exchange moments ago. Towhee slowly reopened her eyes, wondering if he would catch it and how he might respond. His surname seemed as significant to him as Towhee's did to her.

With a groan, she hoisted herself to her feet, shaking off some of the sleepiness. "I'd love to hear about your family and your history sometime, if you feel like sharing," she'd told him not so long ago. "While we walk, will you tell me about your family? I want to understand you. Where you came from. Your legacy." If it was important to him, then it was important to her, especially if...

Towhee thrust out a foreleg, holding it against his chest as if she hadn't just invited him to start walking. "Hol'up." Her orange eyes sought his gaze. "I'm pretty sure you were talking out of your ass right before I was talking out of my ass," when Reyes thought she was dying. "But I really want that... if you want it too."