Swiftcurrent Creek [ a melody for the ancients]

Shaara was antisocial. But she wasn’t this way intentionally - she was quite the Chatty Cathy should the opportunity arise.
But for the small silver, it was a not so good time for such things. 

The Keil was irritable. She was irritated because she was a horny little shit, and her need to make none of it known to her packmates. She had to keep away from everyone, but god damn it if she wasn’t tired of it. 

She was. She was tired of smelling sex in the air, tired of smelling other bitches vaginas, INCLUDING HERS. Tired of playing secret agent and only associating with others across the fucking Creek for fear they’d get horny, take advantage of her, because damnit she’s let them! And that wasn’t saving anybody shit, because she would get kicked out, and she just got here!

Fuming an entire volcano in her little chest, the petite salted pepper stayed to the borders when she smelled salt, and heard sniffles. 

Then it didn’t help that she walked almost directly into the girl, and an entire loud ass howl went skyrocketing in her ears. 

A deadpan look of ‘What the Actual fuck’ skated cleanly over her already ready face of ‘Bitch’ before she had realized it was this girl who was crying. Whereas she had been an asshole to herself, she sobered up her foul mood for the most part, and curtly answered this woman right in her teary but somehow miraculously gorgeous face. 

“Yes?”