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

The situation was diffusing but the growling in the skies was still there, albeit further away now. Laurel looked at the male as he said that devils had chased him there. The wag of his tail did not go unnoticed but it was only a start of rebuilding the burned bridges between them in this awkward first meeting.

The male then sought closeness to Indra, which elicited a growl from Laurel. She stepped in close and warned: "Stay off my sister." She knew what males were like, all of them — she wouldn't let this one hurt Indra in any sort of way. If she needed physical comfort, Laurel would be the one to give it.

To emphasise her words Laurel pressed her nose between Indra's fur and the guy's, at the hook of Indra's neck; before she would receive a proper introduction she would not let him so close.