Firefly Glen (M) Yes, and?

Someone leaped out at her without so much as a warning. In her overstimulated state, Towhee overreacted. A snarl tore out of her throat, every blade of fur on her body rippling upright as she leaped backward. She was about to spring back in attack mode when recognition mutually registered.

WHAT DID I TELL YOU LAST TIME? she bellowed. DON’T JUMP OUT AT ME LIKE THAT, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.

Towhee glared daggers at Ceridwen, none of her usual good humor apparent. After a moment, she snorted and relaxed her posture somewhat, though her hackles remained as prickly as a hedgehog.

Go away. I’m trying to get laid, she grumbled, not at all charitably.