Heron Lake Plateau Rivets and screws.

"That settles it, down to fucking it is." Despite his better judgement, and knowing the risks of being outside, Rye wouldn't give up this opportunity. The male was happy to oblige and began to get into position, his nose moving her tail to the side. Rye raised up, his front legs wrapping around the females hips and let his underside close the distance between him and Towhee. The rush of feel good chemicals almost made Rye let go of his stuff far too soon but by the luck of the gods, he didn't. Then disaster struck, Rye heard the faintest of voices, Mariposa's voice. How long had she been there? When did she- Poe's in heat. Rye had a brief thought of wanting to do what he was going to doing with Towhee but all thoughts got thrown out the door as he remembed he was doing that with Towhee. Every bit of Ryes urges came back full swing, not that they ever left but they were briefly distracted with Poe. "Poe, I'd leave. Quickly!" Rye warned, no longer able to hold himself back from finishing the job.