Sun Mote Copse Coyote ugly.

Towhee frowned at Fennec’s dismissal, as familiar as her mood swing. She opened her mouth to say something, then clapped it shut before she could risk sticking her foot in it again. She felt an immense feeling of frustration crash over her like a wave, then ebb away.

After waiting for it to recede, she said, I’m not in any pain and I wouldn’t worry about it but it’s been going on for days now. I doubt it’s enough to leave me anemic or anything but I know it’s not normal. And I’m tired of ruining furniture, she quipped, thinking of the done-for deerskin.