Firefly Glen (M) Yes, and?

Yes, Towhee answered curtly to the first question. To the next few, she added, I’ll never marry again, though fortunately that’s not required to produce children. I’ve gone back and forth on the idea of more kids, she admitted before complaining, but you’re asking rational questions when I’m not in an entirely rational mindset.

Maybe Ceridwen was right about the yelling. She probably was, considering Towhee couldn’t possibly know. Had her mating call really deterred them? How else was she supposed to get everyone’s attention if she didn’t holler about it? She thought her scent would bring all the boys to the yard but that didn’t seem to be the case.

Whatever, she surmised, heaving a great breath and waving a paw. Look, I’ll see you around, Dwin, and by the next time we cross paths, I promise I won’t be such an ass. But right now, I have only one thing on my mind. And you can’t help me. I need a dude, one who’s not too young, too old or too repressed. It’s a lot easier said than done.

She swiveled on a heel and marched away through the glen, pondering the merit of calling for @Alaric, after all. What was worse: sleeping with her dead mate’s doppelganger or letting one single stranger father her litter? Towhee shuddered, very displeased with how this season was turning out for her.