Hideaway Strath tap the vein that bleeds

…Psyche.
Psyche?!

Pippin blinked at the stranger, his features drawn in blank disbelief as it took him a haphazard second to draw the final conclusion that this guy was a complete nut job—and his sense of humour severely lacked. Yeah, Towhee’s bits were dragging around from birth and some major complications—just kidding. She wasn’t even the mom. This other guy was the actual dad.

It took a second for that to register.

“The fuck, dude? Who jokes about that?”

His jaws clamped together and his eyes drifted to Phox, who questioned him now. At the wolf’s question, he gave a shake of his muzzle, his features still stormy as he snuck another glance to Dingo. “Acquaintance, more like. Last I seen her she was at the plateau. Caught her scent and just wanted to know how she was doing.”