Fox's Glade Impulse

He moved away, tempted by nothing she had to flaunt. She lowered her head and growled.

”There’s something….Wrong…With Æsilfír.” 

A familiar voice, speaking in perceived confidence and privacy, very much overheard by the impressionable young creature. She fumed, and snarled.

She spat in his direction, and recoiled. There wasn’t something wrong with her, there was something wrong with him he didn’t want her so therefore, he didn’t want women. With a hiss of her breath, she shouted a word at him, aimed directly at what she perceived was his sexuality. She intended the insinuation to be hurtful. 

She shouted it, and then turned to walk off, away from him.