Starglow Basin [m] look what you [m]ade me do

all of a sudden—the feeling of being watched. she ripped her gaze from soto's; it rested then upon the warrior woman with shrill voice. unaccompanied by her son, thankfully. . .but still an unwanted presence in this place.

fiamma narrowed her eyes, the smile leaving them (though remaining curved upon her muzzle).

you like this? she wondered of the other she-wolf, tail flagging as she began to press further into soto—

only to stumble forward with his shove, nearly losing her footing in her shock. she didn't understand much of what he says—but one word is abundantly clear.

no? the sylph exclaimed on a baffled burst of laughter. she turned back to him, shaking her head. what do you mean, no? unless—

fiamma whipped her head around and glared at towhee, then back toward her boss. preferiresti questa vecchia strega? she queried, still chuckling in disbelief. 

to towhee, she added, come take your man, then. if you can.

she walked away with head high and shoulders squared, but beneath the suave exterior, her pride was smarting. never had she been refused—even outside of her heat! 

he would regret this; fiamma was sure of it.