Redhawk Caldera And my cuts have healed with time

Talk to me. Fennec didn't want to. This was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid, though she'd imagined Towhee would have a lot more anger and a little less happiness about it. Part of her had wondered if she might even get the boot. She knew this kind of thing was serious shit, and that if Towhee wasn't her mom, likely this would have gone down a hell of a lot differently.

It took her a moment to start. Not only did she not really have the words at first, but she had to wait for her gut to stop roiling and her empty stomach to settle long enough that she didn't risk heaving more. In through the nose, out through the muzzle.... in... out...

This wasn't what I wanted. she answered. Not now. She wasn't ready. Regardless of how Bronco might feel about it (and bein vague because he may or may not know at this point), she had some serious doubts she would be any kind of mother right now. I don't know what to do.