Redhawk Caldera Break my neck for the holy bassgod.

A frown touched her lips when Niamh emerged, thankfully alone. She looked very glum and her greeting wasn't particularly warm. Towhee knew better than to blame the Regent. In fact, she strode right up to her and pressed her muzzle into the other woman's neck, letting out a sigh of camaraderie. Primrose may have been her kid too, though Towhee hadn't carried him, delivered him, nursed him. She imagined her pain didn't really compare to Niamh's, despite its poignancy.

Drawing back after a moment, she replied, "Leaving the caldera wasn't an option." There were so many reasons, which she didn't bother dredging up with any specificity. "So Plan A was out. But Plan B is actually turning out to be pretty awesome. I found myself a consort, right here." Towhee paused, then revealed, "It's Reyes," either unaware or forgetful of the fact that he was Niamh's nephew.