Dahozhoni Meadow (M) Twice told tales.

Towhee would be a lying liar who lied if she said his rejection didn’t rankle. Why had he approached her? Should she have given him a moment to propose first? She scoffed inwardly and outwardly, though there was also a bewildered dejection flashing behind her orange eyes.

Irate and sexually frustrated, she snorted under her breath and began loping toward the Great Bear without a backward glance, mouthing, “‘You’re the worst of them all?’” to herself. By the time she reached the glen in a few hours’ time, she would thankfully reach a conclusion that would leave her ego intact.

Dude had been brain damaged.