Firefly Glen (M) No room for a saint.

Since Rodyn fell off for now, I wanted to provide a conclusion for this one.

For a moment, Towhee felt certain Hotah was going to put up a fight. Her entire body went rigid, hackles rising in anticipation. But they smoothed the instant he read the room and opted to take the peaceful route. Her eyes tracked his every movement as he grabbed the marmot and departed.

Her libido suddenly fell as flat as her fur. Towhee didn’t look at Rodyn, eyes still fixed on her departing pack mate. With the fire momentarily banked, she could actually think and reason for a moment. What was she doing here? Why was she tempting fate—and Rodyn—when she’d made such a point of not pushing for this in the past? Getting laid wasn’t worth risking Rodyn’s golden heart.

I’m so sorry, she said, still without looking at him. I should not have come here. This was a bad idea. I’m going to go now. I’ll come back some other time. But if you don’t want to see me again… I understand.

Towhee left without another word, nor a backward glance, trailing after Hotah deliberately slowly so that she would never quite catch up to him.