Redhawk Caldera Azurite

"I remember you mentioning that," Towhee said offhandedly, lips pursing. "And I think those two would make great parents, bless their dumb baby hearts. This is why I wish it wasn't absurd to think of them creating their own pack, where they could start and raise a family. I don't know about Maia but I just can't picture Eljay as a leader."

But whatever the two of them thought, it was up to Eljay and Maia in the end. Of course, they could both influence the situation one way or another—and Towhee really did plan to discuss matters with Eljay at some point—but those two would largely need to sort out matters on their own.

Wraen hadn't asked where Fen was and Towhee hadn't intended to linger on the subject, though having mentioned her daughter, she blustered out a sigh. "I wish the girls would come home. Alyx and Fen, I mean. They're on a road trip to the coast. Fig and Q are away too, living with the Frosthawks for now."

Sometimes, she wondered why any of them even wanted kids. All they did was grow up too fast and break your heart when they went off to live their own lives. Of course, Towhee knew the heartache was worth it all. Reproducing was a biological imperative, instinctual, but it was also rewarding in an indescribable way. She was sorry Wraen would never get to experience it for herself, though she left these thoughts locked safely in her head.