Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

his nose trailed along her fur - a chill riddled her spine. her fur ruffled; her dark gaze followed his.

and then her sister came, jostling between the two of them with a growl that rocked indra from her strange trance. she looked abruptly to laurel with guilt - guilt that immediately transformed to horror as skwol whirled upon her sister with aggression.

indra did not even think about her reaction: it happened smooth as reflective instinct -- a snarl erupted from her little chest and she sought to shove him hard -- enough to rock him away from laurel and turn his attention to her. her ears were pulled back defensively and she quickly quit his side, positioning herself alongside laurel's flank in protective measure. all softness in her gaze was gone, this time replaced by mistrust. he had lashed out at her sister -- he was not the friend she thought he was.

as soon as she aligned herself with laurel's flank, his aggression had melted into one of shame and horror. her lip curled back in a doubtful grimace, even though his deportment was suddenly crushed by the weight of his misstep. she did not know the cloying scent of her season had been responsible for his actions -- all she knew was that he had threatened her sister.

she flinched as he mentioned her tail, but her gaze did not soften. "what about it?" she replied thickly, nudging laurel carefully.