Serpent Lake (M) Two straws, one check, girl, I got you.

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It would’ve made a lot more sense to go home and hide in the back of the Hobbit Hole. But Towhee refused to put herself into horny jail… or subject her grandson and his pregnant mate to that. Nobody wanted to be cooped up with a randy, smelly old lady, so she howled to let @Killdeer and @Amalia she was going to hit the road for a few days.

Every time this happened, she knew it was the last time. Well, evidently, Towhee didn’t know shit about fuck. As she headed toward the lowlands, all she could think about was finding @Soto. She needed some of that Latin loving pronto, the thought of which had her hot and bothered enough that she stopped and threw herself into Serpent Lake.

She’d always considered the term “heat” to be entirely metaphorical, but this was something else. Towhee could’ve sworn she saw steam coming off her body as she plunged it into the lake’s depths. The cool water took the edge off but she knew Soto would do a much better job. Bubbles burst from her mouth as she groaned, then resurfaced.

Odessia's travels took her far and wide, and yet her bodyguard remained as elusive as ever. Odessia, however, was stubborn, and she was not about to give up just because something was taking longer than she had anticipated. There was something else happening, too. As soon as it started, Odessia knew what was going on, but that did not make it any less of a surprise to her. It seemed so late in the year, and yet here she was, her hormones dialed up to eleven. Her desire for her handsome bodyguard grew quite a bit stronger, and she knew when she woke this morning she was going to have to find somebody to quell her urges.
This brought her far south, and instead of finding any male scents at all, she found the infuriating scent of a different female in heat. Odessia's hackles immediately stuck up to their full height, and she charged toward the source of the smell: a rather large black female with white and red markings (not that Odessia thought too much about that in the moment). Her teeth gnashed as she approached, and her tail whipped behind her in agitation.
Feeling no need for words, Odessia stood her ground, her body language urging the other female to either get a move on out of here or expect further action.

She blinked water from her eyes and looked outward, watching the ripples spread across the lake. Towhee remained utterly oblivious to the angry figure on the shoreline until she eventually decided to head there herself. She kicked her legs to swivel around, only to continue treading water when she beheld the pale she-wolf prostrating there.

She stared for several beats, not entirely sure what to make of the stranger standing so threateningly. Towhee just wanted to exit the water and leave. She glanced over her shoulder, trying to measure the distance to any of the further shores. She supposed she could swim for one, though what if this inexplicably furious woman followed her, blocking her?

Fully facing her, Towhee pushed a little closer to shore, feeling the insistent heat burning in her core and spanning outward. Her bafflement quickly turned to irritation at this would-be cock block. What the hell was her problem? And why did her face look like that? Maybe Towhee could fix it by punching it.

She hit the shallows and found purchase, slowly sloshing her way toward the other female. Towhee wondered if she was growling. Just in case, the Redhawk unleashed a rumble of her own even as she angled away from the other wolf. She was hot and bothered, though she wasn’t really spoiling for a fight. She just wanted to get down with Soto south.

Not exactly "to her delight," but close enough. The darker female came to the shore, growled, and then angled away from Odessia. Mission accomplished, the blue-eyed female watched as the figure continued to put more distance between the two of them. When she was satisfied, Odessia snorted and then moved in another direction, hoping she would not see any other females in heat for the next week. They irritated her to no end.

The tension remained as Towhee waded to shore, never taking her eyes off the white she-wolf. She sneered at her over her shoulder as she walked away, though made no further attempt to engage or instigate. She wasn’t a spring chicken; she needed to save her energy for this trip and its hopefully happy ending.

She crossed the stream that trickled away from the looming mesa, then wound south along the lake’s eastern shoreline. Towhee didn’t even glance at the pale silhouette in the distance, her orange eyes trained forward. The breeze felt good on her wet fur, keeping her temperature manageable even as she headed toward the distant desert.

She suddenly slowed, then stopped, when she came to the delta where the lake emptied into the creek that petered its way out in the pass where Soto and the rest of Verapaz made their home. Because all of a sudden, his wasn’t the only face she craved. Towhee bit her lip as another, softer one took shape in her mind’s eye.

She turned, facing the water and peering across it, past the mesa and even the caldera. She couldn’t actually see the spine from this far away, though she could picture it almost as easily as @Rodyn’s face. What would he do if Towhee turned up at his doorstep in this condition? Would he indulge her?

But even if he found her attractive enough to do the deed, Rodyn deserved better than anything Towhee could offer him. He deserved romance: courtship, marriage and a young mate to give him years of children. She shook her head and turned south again, her core increasingly molten as she resumed her trek alongside the dwindling waterway…

unaware of the bristling exchange taking place just north of him, soto watches a heron stalk the shallows. they lived strange lives, these thin birds with knifelike beaks. anything they came across was a prospective meal; ducklings, frogs, fish, young kits or beavers -- he watches as a mob of otters haze the slender bird until it takes ungainly wing to the skies.

deciding to see if any game visited the waterway north of him, soto lopes north. the desert is a pale smudge of distance behind him: here the spring is in full swing and everything a different, dazzling shade of green.

wind lifts his fur in playful riffs. scents of meadowgrass and creekwater indulge his senses, but he pauses as something more familiar thumbs his way into his consciousness. the amazon -- had she returned?

She thought she saw a flash of white out of the corner of her eye and whipped her head toward it, lips peeling back from yellowed fangs. But that grouchy woman wasn’t there, nor did she see anyone else after a quick scan. Towhee’s fur prickled warily before her orange gaze swept forward again, clapping on a decidedly darker figure straight ahead.

Just the sight of him made her body go up in flame. Towhee’s burning heart pounded in her chest as she loped toward him, a fierce hunger in her blazing eyes. The searing heat of her lust felt like it might actually kill her, like her blood had gone molten in her veins. It wasn’t what she would call pleasant.

Breaths tearing in and out of scorching lungs, she closed the distance and quite literally threw herself at him. Towhee’s body pressed into Soto’s like a lick of flame. She whined under her breath as the inferno raged in her core.

-“I need you to fuck me or I might die,”- the Redhawk crooned, her hot breath brushing the Segundo’s ear.

Would the flame catch, her nearness and her smell setting him on fire too? Towhee hoped it was the opposite, that Soto would stay cool, calm and collected so that he could provide relief by dowsing her flames.

he recognizes the figure as she lopes towards him, face and markings distinctive. the scent trailing her like a headwind struck him broadside across the face.

for several blissful seconds he forgets his duties; the tender green of his homestead evaporating to nothingness as towhee's scent cradles his instincts. and now, he understands much more english than their last liaison -- his expression sharpening to bemused hunger as he understands the urgency which flames her senses.

more than anything he wants to give into it; the resolve surrounding his celibacy ebbs as she presses herself to him and he feels the warmth of her body, one he'd enjoyed exploring once before.

but should he? fiamma's face burns in his mind as he reaches for towhee with a growl, feeling a powerful surge of lust take control.

His eyes filled with a familiar hunger and Towhee didn’t bother biting back the overly loud groan that eked its way out of her throat. Seconds later, he pressed back against her, making her prickling flesh tingle as his growl reverberated against her. It stoked that fire burning inside her to a boiling point.

Trying to remember what little Spanish she knew, Towhee rasped, Por favor, Soto. Te quiero… She shook her head. I need you. I need your cojones in mi taco. Por favor… she repeated, shameless in her torrid torment.

After loitering in the lowlands for a day or two, he’s in the mood to hit the beach. It’ll be a long walk, though he doesn’t mind. If he sees anyone, he’ll tell them about @Journey’s festival. He might even stop by the venue on his way.

He follows Serpent Lake’s runoff north, intending to go east around the mesa, hit Otter Creek over yonder and follow the river all the way to the coast. But as he passes close to the lake, he sees someone wading in the shallows on the far side. Hang on, is that his mother?

What’s she doing out here? Is she looking for him? Bushtit opens his mouth to call out to her, then claps it shut and rolls his eyes at himself. Then he sees Soto out of the corner of his eye, stalking toward Towhee along the shoreline. The curious young man throws himself behind an outcropping to spy on them.

Then Towhee’s words float to him from all the way across the lake. Bushtit jams a fisted paw into his mouth to avoid an outburst of incredulous laughter. He kind of wishes he was deaf when she starts moaning to Soto about stuffing his balls in her taco. He needs to get out of here before his padre takes his madre up on that.

Counting on them to distract each other, Bushtit slinks away from the lakeshore, quickly taking cover in the long grasses of the nearby meadow. It takes him a couple minutes to recover from what he just witnessed, though mostly he can’t stop laughing to himself as he continues his long trek to the coast.

Gods, no wonder he’s such a little horn dog; look at his folks!