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Perhaps it should’ve been the news of multiple slayings that put a frown on her face, though honestly it was the word “servant.” Towhee breathed in sharply, lips pressing together as she processed Tamar’s remarks. Why the hell were they still in cahoots with that place, she wondered?

Why Germanicus should be the one to get to the bottom of it either way, Towhee didn’t know. But she nodded at Tamar, for lack of anything better to say, and barely swallowed a sigh as she realized she really had reached the end of her rope for today.

Hey, I’m sorry, but I need to go lie down for a while. It was nice seeing you, Tamar, and I hope you stop by again soon, with or without word from Aquene, really.

After offering the younger she-wolf a weary smile, Towhee turned to slither along the wall, then slump through the doorway. She remained oblivious to her partner’s eyes on her back as she flopped down on their soft pallet. The soft impact jarred her a bit and she grunted, though quickly forgot her discomfort as she went boneless, falling fast asleep.