Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Phox was not happy.  She heard the disapproving edge and it made her immediately defensive.  She was just about to cut in when Towhee began to talk, and she had to tune out her mom's lesson on shitting to respond.  Not exactly the backup she needed, but she knew better than to start a fight with both of them.  Not when Towhee at least seemed mostly in her corner.

Today, actually.  But I've been thinking about it longer.  I just didn't want to bother anyone to go with.  She responded, keeping her voice steady and trying not to let her posture drop.  She was right in this and she wasn't about to let him convince her otherwise, no matter how much he might think she couldn't do this.