Redhawk Caldera Lightning over Mexico.

She saw Peregrine move in her peripheral vision but Towhee didn't turn. She needed to look at Rue to catch what she was saying. An eyebrow arched, probably predictably, at the news her co-leader shared. "Getting married?" she mouthed to herself. There was going to be some kind of public ceremony and they'd been invited.

Rue was correct: Towhee wanted little to do with it. It sounded very attention-seeking and frivolous. She wouldn't even want to go if it was someone she knew, someone in her own pack. Who cared if they were getting married? That shit was private. Idly, she wondered if the celebration involved public fucking. The other brow arched.

"I'll pass. But you should go, Ms Diplomat," the Sovereign said good-naturedly. "Uh, and just out of morbid curiosity, what does this ceremony entail, do you know...? And who's the friend? Maybe he can be your plus one," Towhee suggested. She hadn't consciously noticed the shift in Rue's expression but something must've tipped off her subconscious, anyway.