Grouse Thicket Schmoyoho, accent on the yo.

It worked. Towhee simultaneously panted and smirked when Kaertok attacked her backside in a whole new sense. Especially with the extra adrenaline sizzling in her veins, this particular coupling took Towhee to new heights. Ailil had been the best lover last year, by far. The way Kaertok made sweet fuck to her pretty much wiped out all memories of him, Rye, that other guy, that other other guy...

Afterward, they collapsed in a sweaty (kidding, wolves don't sweat!) heap. Towhee's mind was blissfully blank for a long time. When she resurfaced, she was able to pull away from Kaertok, though she didn't go very far. She padded a few feet to the side to take a leak to prevent UTIs, then moved closer to him again, hovering and reaching out to nip his ear.

"Hey, did you ever find your—shit, I hope she's not your girlfriend."