Redtail Rise not now mom, i'm busy being GAY on the INTERNET

Adrenaline drops out of her, leaving behind a hallowed she’ll of exhaustion and embarrassment. Every question, every curiosity, is flown from the window as she tries to make her way back. Aviana’s heat is still thick surrounding her, in her nose and mouth and on her fur and she wants to find the nearest water source and wash it all away and forget about it. 

When the woman speaks, she looks up. The words are soft and gentle and she’s averted her gaze too, heavy confliction sitting inside her chest. Staying will only be more confusing, especially if she wants something else out of her, and so she takes a careful step back. ”I’m sorry,” she repeats, softly, and turns to start limping away.