Heron Lake Plateau show me your peepis

Clover bristled as he spoke, defensively interjecting: COLT IS FUCKING AMAZING! (which would not do her any favors), and her tail lashed behind her as he spoke and, oh, inbred trash, oH NO. 

She could not believe her ears. YES IT IS, she decreed in turn, taking a step forward after he did, breathing hotly in his face. She was a short fuse, but fuck this fucker, he would hear her, he would listen to her!!!! Of course, she could hardly do the same for him, and rolled her eyes and interjected every opportunity she could: wrong, he wasn't her brother, wrong again, it was her business—

And as he spoke about a broken leg, Clover snorted. I wanted to fight and I was a kid so I wasn't allowed. You prolly would have just come with us, you little ass bitch, but you and your broken leg somehow traveled to a land far the fuck away, where you became Screech, insert eye roll here—

She observed he was delightfully close, what if she leaned in a little bit closer????, NO CLOVER—

First shmirst. Towhee baasically kicked your ass. You ran away. You gave us the place, she said with a cheeky little grin.