Redhawk Caldera Circus minimus.

Not really. But thanks. She smiled wryly, sniffing at the rabbit and pulling it closer. She'd eat it, just not right this moment. Maybe it was all the word vomit she was doing making her stomach turn, fuckin hell.

Which, speaking of...

And, mom? Next time you feel bad, just, let me know. Okay? Otherwise, what's even the point of me trying to learn about this shit. The last bit of everything that still stung, though Towhee had explained why she felt she needed Raven's help. There'd still, clearly, been a build up. And Fennec wasn't about to take the chance of that happening again. Her smirk turned playful, and she gently butted her head against her mom's shoulder. If you don't, I'll have to find a new job, and that'd suck.