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Towhee began to back away slowly, shaking her head if Killdeer happened to glance her way. She needed to get the hell out of dodge before her downstairs brain decided it was a good idea to ask her fellow soldiers to run a train on her. Last year, the symptoms had been noticeable but mild and she hoped the same could be said this time around. But she couldn’t be sure, so she needed to skedaddle.

Germanicus made a point to catch her eye before addressing the elephant in the room (the one besides Diesel). Towhee could only dip her head and obey, hating to leave Killdeer by himself in this situation. But it didn’t appear too dangerous and the other soldiers were there where his grandmother couldn’t be.

With one last look at the crinkly beast at the center of attention—at least, until Towhee’s hot sauce entered the chat—she loped back toward the married housing, raising her voice to request her mate’s presence at The Maxhee Pad.