Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

When he came closer, begging for things to be different, Towhee felt herself recoil, albeit only inwardly. All she wanted to do was get some, she hadn't signed up for this. But she wasn't entirely heartless, not even with all the pheromones driving her to behave like such an animal, so she bit back a sigh, motioned him closer and consoled herself with the idea that she would get many more, properly no strings attached bonks after this.

"Sorry, no," she said just as frankly. "I don't want a mate, full stop, and..." Did she really want to get into this next bit, with a stranger? They still didn't know each other's names, even if their genitals had gotten quite acquainted. "Look, I can't have kids. And that's part of the deal with mates, right? You raise children together. I can't give you that, even if I wanted to, which," Towhee finished flatly, "I don't."

She almost went for the cuddle, as if to offer comfort if nothing else, and the thought of cajoling him into a few more bangs momentarily appealed. But suddenly Towhee decided all of that was probably a capitally bad idea. She should get the hell out of here before she did any more damage. She was actually relieved they hadn't exchanged names. She had never seen him before and likely wouldn't ever see him again. Towhee chose to continue ignoring his family resemblance.

"I'm gonna go," she announced, pushing up and away from him. "Uh." She should probably say something but what could she say? This was going to be one weird walk of shame. "Take care," she offered artlessly before beginning to stride away quickly. Towhee did think to toss an, "I hope you find what you're looking for!" over her shoulder but she didn't look back to see his reaction to any of it.