Heron Lake Plateau And ain't it always the way

Bat. Rory. Oh shit. And there she'd been, tucking herself against Tegan like her life had depending on it and she was supposed to be cheering Rory on from the sidelines. She hoped, then, that Tegan truly would bear that secret to the grave. Nothing had happened, so there was no foul, right? She felt guilty, and could do nothing but hope desperately that Tegan would keep his trap shut- and that that would be the only time he'd even consider getting that close to her. 

Hoodrat shit? She laughed weakly. She nodded as he turned to go, and though she wanted to give him a thump on the shoulder or something- she refrained. "Thanks Teg," She called after him, and once he was gone, she promptly dropped her muzzle into the stream and screamed until she was out of breath. She withdrew her muzzle, dripping wet, and shook her head. The cold was alarming, but she hoped it'd help her at least keep her mind out of the gutter for the next little while. Perhaps best if she simply slunk back to her den- and stayed there until spring.