Redsand Canyon (M) The needle.

The healer came promptly, though between her limp and the various smells clinging to her pelt, Towhee completely forgot why she’d called her. Aquene appeared to be in good spirits, so perhaps she was just achy too. But the blend of scents was what really tripped up the Redhawk for a moment.

Hey, uh, why do you smell like—you’re not in heat, are you? Towhee said, aware even as she asked that it was kind of a blunt question. And was it any of her business? She wasn’t an Alpha, nor a kisisak, not here.