Hideaway Strath Rad dudeski.

He had spotted her a mile away thanks in no small part to the orange that shocked across her coat, and been intrigued. Her curious coat aside, it had been far too long since Dingo had pillaged the depths of any woman, and that idling lust is what kept him close on her trail. He was not subtle; Dingo kept trying to grab her attention with pick-up lines that devolved with each effort, yet she was doing a fine job of ignoring him.

Playin' hard to get I see, he surmised from behind her a ways, presuming that his shouted cat-calls were being deflected on purpose and not because the object of his current fixation was deaf. He decided to play it cool, ignore her too - maybe that was the way to charm this oddity. Dingo thusly emerged from the bushes and went on to stride pretty close to where Towhee was having a moment but feigned disinterest as he moseyed.