Sunbeam Lair Sour switchblade

Towhee bit her lip at the rude retort, though her eyes gave away her amusement. A beat passed, then the she-wolf challenged the Redhawk to recall her name. She imagined she was being taunted a little, though it was a little difficult to tell without tone.

Shoot, you weren’t that memorable either, Towhee drawled in reply. I’m dead certain it started with an E, though, she said, thinking of Eshe and idly wondering if the woman had successfully reunited with her baby daddy.

There was a one in twenty-six chance this stranger’s name began with the same letter, so Towhee fully expected the woman to call her bluff. Her tail swayed slowly, entertained by the antagonistic nature of this particular meet-cute. This very real meeting would be a lot more memorable than their fictitious one.