Dahozhoni Meadow (M) Twice told tales.

Towhee really didn’t want that geezer to be her only lay this season, though she seethed a little as this dingus moved away from her hindquarters and bared his teeth. She thought of the yearling who’d chased her the day before and wondered why the men around here were so different than she remembered.

No. I don’t want you, or for you to stick around. All I want is your baby gravy, she retorted, before laughing openly at his remark about bastards. Just kidding, I was totally planning on marrying you afterward.

That made her think of Arcturus, even after all this time. Maybe today’s dudes weren’t so different, after all.