Stone Circle I've got a whole lot of problems, just trying to get by

One woman turned to two, and two turned to an inevitable rise in tension. Bonnie couldn't control himself. Oh, how he tried and tried, trying to bury his grumbles and growls in his mouth, but they continued to spill out periodically. That mock from the brown, hare lover's mouth elicited a response. The charge from the one with winter fur and eyes of the sun made him recoil. 

"Stop!" Glaring his gaze, his paws took him steps backwards with a tail threatening to tuck. Things were spiraling again. He was trying. Her close proximity made him squint. "No! I just," then he averted gaze, quickly looking about while he properly thought before he looked back to her and hesitantly to the one he decided most certainly was ready to take his throat out, "wanted to know if you needed an extra set of feet, or- something!"