Heron Lake Plateau Rivets and screws.

Her song drew Rye forth like a moth to a flame. He was looking at her with concern etched on his face and Towhee looked back, her own expression fierce with desire. She had never experienced anything like this and didn't even really know what was happening until words flowed from her mouth.

"I'm in heat," she barked, her tail wiggling rapidly as he came closer. She couldn't hear his tone, obviously, but she could sense his worry and, she liked to think, his want too. "U want some fuk?" Towhee invited blatantly, giving no thought to what might come of such a coupling. She just knew, on some visceral level, that she needed to get laid, stat.