Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

Kiwi was just getting ready to sprint at the flock of birds she'd been slowly creeping up on when Towhee's yowling rang out.  The horrendous noise startled both her and the birds, who took off hastily.  Shit!

Who the hell did they think they were?  Kiwi growled in self-righteous frustration and immediately began to look for the source of the noise.

The first thing that came over her was the scent.  It was strange, but not bad, and intensely distracting.  So much so that she didn't immediately recognize Towhee.

Her fur bristled when she did get close enough to see who it was, though.  She'd been fully intent on chewing the woman out and telling her to shut the hell up, but now she caught herself with a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach.  She didn't even know Towhee that well, but what she imagined made her flustered.

She had no clue what to do with that, so she just snarled, landing on the idea that chasing her off was the easiest way to get rid of all of that.