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Get some whipped cream on the top too. - Towhee - May 22, 2025
She felt particularly sprightly this morning. Towhee checked on @Amalia first thing, making sure all her needs were met. She then headed out to patrol, then hunt. She kind of itched to get out of the proverbial house, so she decided to look for game elsewhere. She surveiled the surrounding wilderness before deciding to embark northeast, aiming for the prairie.
Towhee paid no mind to the colorful birds flitting around the place. She moved past the shorter scrub into the longer grasses swaying in the center of the plain. Surely she could sniff out some small game somewhere in there, though the overgrowth proved to be more of a hindrance than anything.
She hit the far side, her orange gaze sweeping from Bramblepoint to the west to Blackfeather Woods due east. Even after all this time, Towhee’s eyes narrowed as she beheld that blighted forest. She turned left, intending to head toward the more favorable stretch of trees, but she hadn’t gotten very far when something halted her in her tracks.
It felt like the May sun had suddenly dialed up a dozen degrees. Heat engulfed the Redhawk, whose tongue lolled from her mouth in a pant. Towhee squinted at the sky as if expecting to see a solar flare or something. She lifted a paw—the pad drenched in sweat—and touched her forehead, though she didn’t feel feverish, per se. She just felt like she was about to spontaneously combust.
RE: Get some whipped cream on the top too. - Cinar - May 23, 2025
Cinar felt like quite the social butterfly this morning, something which sent him searching after Towhee's scent. He was still eager to learn this 'secret language' she had mentioned not so long ago.
When he found the older woman she seemed nearly frozen in place, Cinar narrowing his eyes at the sight. Was she looking at something? He tried to look to ahead of where she stood, but saw nothing of interest.
Towhee!He called out before remembering that she would not be able to hear him. With a grimace, he sped up to a trot.
Circling around to approach her from the front, he waited for her to spot him before speaking any further.
RE: Get some whipped cream on the top too. - Towhee - May 23, 2025
She didn’t think such things were actually possible, though the heat coursing through her made Towhee question everything she knew. Maybe she was about to burst into flame. As the sensation persisted, it occurred to her that it might be smart to seek out some water. A nearly hysterical laugh escaped her at the absurdity even as she lurched toward Bramblepoint. Many streams wove through the trees there, she knew, and hopefully she would reach one before she started a forest fire.
Laughing again, she didn’t notice Cinar at all until he stepped in front of her. Towhee actually shouted in surprise, not quite managing to stifle the subsequent snarl that burst out of her throat. Hadn’t she told him not to sneak up on her? Did he want to change his name to Cinder, because Towhee was definitely thinking about spitting fire his way…
Then the startled moment passed and she really looked at him, his scent threading into her nose at the same time. The Redhawk’s orange eyes suddenly widened and, two heartbeats later, she let out a sudden and stentorian groan.
RE: Get some whipped cream on the top too. - Cinar - May 24, 2025
He had tried not to startle her, but apparently it didn't work. Well, she couldn't say he didn't try - but it was more the following groan that left her than the snarl that proceeded it. Was this what happened when wolves went senile? What was up with her?
Cinar attempted to catch her gaze, searching for the older wolf's eyes.
Towhee. What's wrong?He was no herbalist, so he was unsure of what he could do. He assumed she was sick.
Maybe it was one of those strange illnesses women fell into. He knew there were many of those; heats, but Towhee was surely too old based on their previous conversation, hysteria, something his father often exiled women for, or just being plain overemotional wrecks. He knew there were others, but he did not care to listen to the rants of old men long enough to remember.
RE: Get some whipped cream on the top too. - Towhee - May 26, 2025
It lacked the fervor of her youth, yet the temptation that tugged at her merely because he was a man still caught Towhee off guard. It frustrated her in equal measure. She felt too old for this shit, yet clearly her body disagreed. She took some steadying breaths as the telltale scent slowly wreathed her.
Nothing,she ground out in reply to Cinar’s question, orange eyes dancing like flames as she stared at him,
and everything.Towhee stared at him for a beat, as if assessing, then added,
I’m fine, Cinar. Go home. Keep an eye on things. There’s something I need to do.
There’s someone you need to do, the Redhawk’s inner voice supplied as Towhee tore her attention off the male in front of her—a fine enough specimen, though not what she wanted now that she had the presence of mind to be choosy—and glanced to the south.
Don’t follow me,were the only other words she said to Cinar, spoken out of the corner of her mouth.
She prowled away without even glancing at him, hoping he would heed her warning even if he happened to clue in to her scent. Towhee didn’t want to have to fend off an unwanted suitors. She could only hope she wouldn’t cross any others as she broke into a ground-eating lope, one face and one face only burning in her mind’s eye.