Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

But thunder always came after the spark of lightning. Before he could even think of trying anything with Lilah, a male he did not recognize (but which he assumed to be the leader Lilah had spoke of, the one that would accept him) came barging onto the romantic setting they had created. Much like the female in heat did he press his smaller frame upon the ground, paws nearly comically shielding his head and eyes as his butt stuck up and his tail pressed against his undersides. He whimpered what sounded to be an apology, but he had no way of explaining the situation nor that he hadn't really planned on banging anyone ever anyway.

He heard another approach, trying to steal his Juliette away, and he was brave enough to lift one paw to look at the heated situation he had brought upon his almost newly found home. Lilah vouched for him though and he would've done so for her too if he could. He shouldn't have followed her trail... He should've been left out in the cold to die! Stupid, stupid, stupid...