Bearclaw Valley run for the hills

something thrums in her veins, something that spurs the annoyance that ghost was unfortunately the receptionist of. but she does not know what. does not know what is happening. though hostility isn't anything that was out of character for towhee, it also wasn't ever aimed at ghost — who was, in an of himself, basically an symbiotic extension of herself.

it thrums like a second heartbeat beneath her chest; furious and hungry.

someone approaches, and towhee's shoulders tense for a moment before she realizes it is ameline. she relaxes slightly, but nothing ebbs. for a wild moment, she considers warning ameline that she is ill. that something had sunk into her body and is plaguing her. enhancing, arguably, the worst of towhee's personality traits.

but ameline sinks into a playbow.

and the thrill of the ( play ) fight ignites like a fire within her veins.

unaware of their watcher, towhee grins ferociously and feigns left before veering right, her intent — if it hit — to snap playfully at ameline's cheek.