Redhawk Caldera Blues

"Maybe," Wraen shrugged. At the moment she was not sure she really wanted it. Not, if it involved Bronco being insulted still and forcing her into admitting that she had wronged him. He was a big boy after all. He had to battle his own demons and learn especially not to take things too much to heart. And Wraen... well, she was old. She was entitled to be intrusive, at times insensitive and gruff, and more importantly not give a damn. 

"I like you too," she admitted and sat down, after Towhee invited her to stay a while longer. "You do not get upset easily," she said. "Or... if I stepped on your toes you would scream a bloody murder at me, but we would still be friends after that."