Heron Lake Plateau I couldn't find a suitable 90s song for this title.

She did a few runs to-and-fro before Phox made an appearance, and the woman's spontaneous zoomies (zoomie-ing? zooms? z... whatever) stopped as abruptly as they'd started. The boy came up behind her and his voice made the fur at the back of her neck raise, and the sensation drifted down her spine; her head whipped around and then her shoulders, as she spun in place with more energy and enthusiasm than was appropriate, and she dipped in to a play bow. Camilla didn't know how her own biology worked and thought she was feeling antsy and playful, not outright horny.

Her butt was raise in the air and pointing away from Phox. Her tail fanned about, flashing silver in the light, and she wriggled in place, expecting Phox to play a game with her — utterly oblivious to the increasingly obvious state of her own body. She was also oblivious to the approach of Towhee until the woman was right behind her; when she spoke her gnarly voice startled Camilla (mostly because it felt like someone was talking at her butt), and Camilla twisted around again, slapping the earth and smiling dumbly at her sister-in-law like nothing was amiss.

At least now she was flashing Phox the goods rather than his sister.