Redhawk Caldera bloom to the sky

The brute - for that's what he was to her, now - was an undignified child next to her; his voice grated in her ears, which fell back as soon as he mentioned their little taboo moment in no uncertain terms. His voice was too loud for her ears. She turned a heated look upon him then, tempted to bare her fangs if such a barbaric expression would make him stop talking - if only so nobody heard him.

"Are you stupid? Not so loud." She practically hissed, voice rising in pitch and volume (which was, by chance, louder than his own). But then she calmed herself as best she could. She still looked at him though, scrutinizing, judging.

"I wasn't..." Wasn't what? Interested? That wouldn't have been the truth. Dove had been very interested when they first met, and practically throwing herself at him the second time. But she swallowed her thoughts, forcing composure and a level, quiet tone to her voice. "I wasn't myself." With that, she turned back to the flowers, but didn't start picking them again.

"If Fox ever finds out, we're dead. You're dead, I mean, and I'd likely be chased out." She took a step around the flower patch and lowered her head to inspect a bud, but her heart was no longer in the activity. The bouquet lay haphazardly across the path behind her, near Jaws. "She cannot know."

It had been a mistake - one which could cost her everything.