Heron Lake Plateau Rivets and screws.

It all clicked, his actions and feelings. Towhee's heat, it all made sense to Rye as to exactly was happening within. He wanted to roll his eyes at his own moment of stupidity but all that was swept away by Towhees invitation, whch further fueled the fire of his own desires. The male breathed deep, Towhees scent engulfing his lungs like a wave. Rye couldn't help but enjoy it, and his body language concurred. He circled around her, his body brushing up close to her. As he neared her back end, Rye got closer, his muzzle nudging near her tail. Clearly hinting at his desired intentions. It took every ounce of his will not to get the deed started then and there. After all, he was more than ready for it, his body felt stuffed full of energy, it was hotter than the sun, and he felt pent up beyond belief. Rye was a hair away from doing his best to satisfy both of their needs but first, "I would be more than willing," He admitted. 

Rye stayed close to the female, beginning to gently lick at Towhees neck, working his way up to her chin and eventually nibbling her ears. He was cautious at first, not knowing how she would respond. Not wanting to overstep, or do anything she didn't like. As far as Rye was concerned, she was now his number one priority. He wanted so desperately to satisfy her urges and his own immediately. Yet, being out in the open meant anyone could see but who saw wasn't on his priority list. However, Rye forced himself to think clearly, realizing it wasn't a good idea to do that in the open. "Towhee, we should find somewhere more private."