Redhawk Caldera Sunglasses at night.

Ruenna might have been the intended recipient of Towhee's call that never was, but Killer came along first. He squinted at the sleeping woman, hesitating for a moment. Ma had been super sour lately—he'd asked to hang out with his Grandma and Caracal several times, and every time, she'd kept him at bay.

He didn't know why, but 'why' be damned.

Butts, he called out, then pressed his muzzle into the corner of Towhee's mouth, sliming his nose with drool. A sneeze burst from him, and he sat back, shaking his head, his ears flapping.