Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

"Well, we both know that having babies sometimes has very little to do with an actual romance," Wraen pointed out to Towhee's own experience in the matter and this made her wonder, whether her friend was up to another round of bang lottery this year. It had not been without drama, especially after two possible Meerkat daddies had lived with Firebirds afterwards. Would the same thing happen this season too? With no leader duties to herd her lustful subordinates around, Wraen felt very inclined to sit down and enjoy the show. 

"Do you know, what is going on at Frosthawks this year? I am sure that Liffey and Rannoch will have another batch of Blackthorns and sadly... after the first one I baby-sat myself, I have lost track of how many there are," she mused about her old friends that had found their joy and purpose in life within familial bliss and making sure that Finley's bloodline never ran dry. "Does Figment himself knows, what you have in store for him?" she asked out of curiousity. "He did not seem to be interested much in leadership from what I recall, but - mind you - that was a long time ago and may not be true," she added.