The Floodlands flutterbat

He backed away, obviously confused. He was getting uptight now which just made the whole situation worse. Then he spoke again, talking about her scent and stumbling over his words. Guilt built up in her gut as he finished and she gazed at him for a moment. She was really lucky for finding someone like him, she really was. 

"S-sorry," she mumbled, glancing at her paws. "I'm in heat Casmir.. thats the smell. I'm just agitated and..." she railed off, tail swishing upon the ground. A tear pooled up around her eyes and she began to do everything she could to prevent it from falling down her cheek. Damn it! Why was she crying? Now of all times?! "I'm just a fucking hot mess right now!" She spat. It wasn't directed at him, more at herself. She hated that she was always so emotional whenever this happened. Last year was even worse.