[m] can't take the heat

Fox responded to her call, arriving at the borders with a leader's imposing posture and a single demanding "Well?". Grimm wilted under her severe stare. "I'm sorry," the subordinate blurted out, averting her eyes and wishing the ground would swallow her up and spit out the bones. "Things.. I.. stuff.." Oh, come on. Grimm drew a strengthening breath and blurted out her ridiculous reasons for leaving. "I went into heat, thought I'd bang someone-" like Jaws - "-ran off to deal with it, time passed, couldn't come up with a good reason for being gone so long, panicked, stayed away. Please please take me back," she finished in a whimpering wine of a voice, feeling her toes graze rock bottom.