Redhawk Caldera Reactivity

His answers didn't actually matter; the questions were rhetorical. Towhee only said the words because she couldn't throttle the life out of him and there was no other outlet for her wrath. But she did watch for his answers, orange eyes watering as he apologized and then dared try to downplay what he'd done.

"FINE? FINE?! DOES HE LOOK 'FINE' TO YOU?!" she shrieked at him, flicking her nose against the top of Caracal's head. She felt him wrap all the tighter around her leg, his face pressing into the crook between it and her chest. Towhee knew she must be terrifying him further with her shouting but she couldn't help herself.

They had been right about him: Niamh, Phox and everyone else who'd expressed doubt or skepticism about Reyes. It didn't matter why he'd done it, just that he had. He might do it again. Towhee's chest heaved as bitter, scorching tears streamed down her face. Even if she wanted to, how could she ever trust him around the kids again, with the image of him burying his teeth in Caracal's neck burned into her mind forever? She couldn't.

"Get out," Towhee growled. "Get. Out. GET. OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! GET!!!!! OUT!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!"