Sun Mote Copse Whether it's a wedding or a funeral

She smashed into him at high speed — and it felt like slamming into a wall. A furry, warm wall, but nonetheless jarring. Foxglove stumbled back, stunned, and nearly lost her footing in the process. Her ears went flat.

No! She glared at him as if he'd been the one to charge into her. Ugh! You're such a - a dumb boy! Foxglove bristled a little and lunged again, this time darting for his legs to wrap herself around them like an angry cat, all nipping teeth and grasping claws.