Heron Lake Plateau Your love is like a car crash.

Towhee sensed Niamh's hesitation, though she (perhaps selfishly) ignored it as her friend squared up to oblige her. Her orange eyes fixed on the Gamma as she got into position and lowered her head defensively. Although a largely negative energy thrummed through the Beta's body, an idea struck her that she hoped would alleviate any reluctance on her friend's part in the duel and perhaps lighten her own mood, to boot.

Without bothering to posture, Towhee simply sprang at Niamh. She kept her mouth closed, instead using a paw to swipe at her friend. And instead of trying to sweep her legs out from beneath her or using her blunt claws to scratch Niamh, the yearling instead aimed for the blonde wolf's ribs, hoping to proceed with a tickle attack.