Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

accipitra was so aghast by the smell that when towhee rose to pat her, she recoiled. it was not enough to avoid the gentle touch, so instead accipitra scowled sulkily as towhee marched off to clean herself.  

enduring the odor was insult enough. accipitra’s expression was cross as she moved from the dark spot, watching towhee leave with another hack of spittle. 

the good news was once she was in the den she forgot all about it — though she might stay away from either end of towhee’s in the immediate future.