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“You boys are goin’ to regret that!” A voice shouted out, anger in her voice as her mud caked fur was bristling.

  Csilla let out a final frustrated ‘argh’ as she tried to remove the mud on her ruffle and shook out her tail while she trudged on out of the mud. A loaf of stupid rooks had shoved her into a large mud puddle after she had rejected their advances with several bites. It was a frustrating ordeal especially since her fur took a while to clean. Grumbling a series of uncultured, unlady-like words, her head suddenly raised when she heard shouts and hoots from behind her. Turning to look, she saw just on time as a dark crimson and gold blur rushed at the rooks before it leaped up into the air. The stranger came into view as they landed on one of the rooks, shoving their face into the same mud puddle they had pushed her into.

  The stranger lowered their head at the rook with a small grin before turning to look at the others.

“Didn’t anyone tell ya not to respect when a gal says no?” They called out, their fuzzy tail high above the mud.

  The stranger pushed the rook’s face deeper into the mud with a chuckle.

“Seems to me, you fellas need a lil’ lesson. If you’re gonna act like pigs, you’re gonna look like ‘em.” Stepping off the muddied rook, the crimson stranger charged at the others, snapping his jaws on the tail tip of one.

  A shriek escaped the victim’s jaws as they turned to lash out at the stranger only for the stranger to use the other’s weight to toss them into the mud puddle. With a loud ‘PLOP’ they collapsed into the mud as the stranger hopped onto their head to push it further in before hopping away from the puddle and turned to the last rook. A loud snort was emitted from the rook’s nostrils as they sprinted at the stranger, jaws parted to reveal their deadly fangs. However just as the stranger was about to move, a hand clamped itself around their ankle. The stranger raised their leg trying to shake them off as they eyed the charging rook running towards them. Just as impact was about to be made, something rammed into the rook, throwing him into the air before they landed hard on top of their companions within the mud puddle. Right where the rook once was, was Csilla.

“That ‘ought to teach ya ‘bout messin’ with a lady!” She called out, ears furled back with a bared snarl on her face.

  The stranger let out a chuckle as the kicked the arm’s owner and headed over to Csilla. As she turned to him with a snort, the stranger raised his hands in a ‘peace’ gesture.

“Woah there lil’ lady, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” They informed with a humorous tone as Csilla began once more to fix her muff with her hands.

“Course ya ain’t. I would’ve had you in with the lot of ‘em if I knew you were jus’ as bad as them.” She replied smoothly “May I at least know the name of my hero?”

“Flicker, at your service lil’ lady. Now, may I ask the name of the damsel I jus’ saved?” Flicker questioned as he raised up straight and tall.

“Csilla.” The dove replied with a small smile

  Csilla, a mighty fancy name it was he observed. Surely she was one of those fancy purebred kukuri the humans were breeding to be paraded around. She sure had the look of one. He dipped his head to her, his droopy ears following in how.

“It’s a mighty pleasure to meet ya lil’ miss Csilla.” He greeted, flashing a smile at her as he raised his head.

“And to ya mister Flicker. Now, if you’d excuse me, I ought to be gettin’ this god awful mud off of me.” She began to turn away as Flicker walked after her.

“If it ain’t much miss, there’s a nice lake not too far from ‘ere. I can lead ya there and help clean ya out.” He offered as Csilla turned to look at him.

“Why, ain’t that mighty fine of you? Now what’s the catch?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

  No one ever did anything for free, there was always a catch to things. This she knew well, after all, it had gotten her in that mess earlier. She had wanted directions to a certain area she knew because she was certainly lost here. She hadn’t even know there was a lake nearby otherwise she would have brushed off this rook’s offer.

“Nothin’. It’s awfully clear you’re not from here and I don’t really want anythin’ unless you’d be willin’ to accompany me to watch the fireflies later tonight?” Flicker explained as he tilted his head at her, his ears pointing towards the ground.

  Well, she hadn’t been expecting that for an answer and firefly watching did not sound bad. It was always a beautiful thing to watch at night and she could really use a bath. With a small sigh and a smile, she nodded.

“Aight, sounds good. But!” She paused “When the fireflies are done, mind tellin’ me where the nearest city is? I’m not from these parts and I could use the city place to direct myself home.”

  Flicker nodded his head before beckoning with a hand.

“Just follow me and we should be there faster than the flutter of a chickadee’s wings.” He informed playfully as he began to walk before pausing to look at her. “Now don’t worry about those fellows miss Csilla, I assure you they aren’t the only things that can play dirty.”

  With a wink at the dove, he resumed his walk towards the lake as Csilla stared after him with wide eyes. Was this rook...flirting with her? The fur on her ruffle puffed out underneath the mud in outrage as she hurried out after him.

“Well you and they aren’t the only ones Flicker!” She piped back up as his laughter could be heard lighting up the sky as the fireflies would later on night, and how they would both light up the night with their company and the stories they shared under the bugs’ light.

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“You boys are goin’ to regret that!” A voice shouted out, anger in her voice as her mud caked fur was bristling.

  Csilla let out a final frustrated ‘argh’ as she tried to remove the mud on her ruffle and shook out her tail while she trudged on out of the mud. A loaf of stupid rooks had shoved her into a large mud puddle after she had rejected their advances with several bites. It was a frustrating ordeal especially since her fur took a while to clean. Grumbling a series of uncultured, unlady-like words, her head suddenly raised when she heard shouts and hoots from behind her. Turning to look, she saw just on time as a dark crimson and gold blur rushed at the rooks before it leaped up into the air. The stranger came into view as they landed on one of the rooks, shoving their face into the same mud puddle they had pushed her into.

  The stranger lowered their head at the rook with a small grin before turning to look at the others.

“Didn’t anyone tell ya not to respect when a gal says no?” They called out, their fuzzy tail high above the mud.

  The stranger pushed the rook’s face deeper into the mud with a chuckle.

“Seems to me, you fellas need a lil’ lesson. If you’re gonna act like pigs, you’re gonna look like ‘em.” Stepping off the muddied rook, the crimson stranger charged at the others, snapping his jaws on the tail tip of one.

  A shriek escaped the victim’s jaws as they turned to lash out at the stranger only for the stranger to use the other’s weight to toss them into the mud puddle. With a loud ‘PLOP’ they collapsed into the mud as the stranger hopped onto their head to push it further in before hopping away from the puddle and turned to the last rook. A loud snort was emitted from the rook’s nostrils as they sprinted at the stranger, jaws parted to reveal their deadly fangs. However just as the stranger was about to move, a hand clamped itself around their ankle. The stranger raised their leg trying to shake them off as they eyed the charging rook running towards them. Just as impact was about to be made, something rammed into the rook, throwing him into the air before they landed hard on top of their companions within the mud puddle. Right where the rook once was, was Csilla.

“That ‘ought to teach ya ‘bout messin’ with a lady!” She called out, ears furled back with a bared snarl on her face.

  The stranger let out a chuckle as the kicked the arm’s owner and headed over to Csilla. As she turned to him with a snort, the stranger raised his hands in a ‘peace’ gesture.

“Woah there lil’ lady, I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” They informed with a humorous tone as Csilla began once more to fix her muff with her hands.

“Course ya ain’t. I would’ve had you in with the lot of ‘em if I knew you were jus’ as bad as them.” She replied smoothly “May I at least know the name of my hero?”

“Flicker, at your service lil’ lady. Now, may I ask the name of the damsel I jus’ saved?” Flicker questioned as he raised up straight and tall.

“Csilla.” The dove replied with a small smile

  Csilla, a mighty fancy name it was he observed. Surely she was one of those fancy purebred kukuri the humans were breeding to be paraded around. She sure had the look of one. He dipped his head to her, his droopy ears following in how.

“It’s a mighty pleasure to meet ya lil’ miss Csilla.” He greeted, flashing a smile at her as he raised his head.

“And to ya mister Flicker. Now, if you’d excuse me, I ought to be gettin’ this god awful mud off of me.” She began to turn away as Flicker walked after her.

“If it ain’t much miss, there’s a nice lake not too far from ‘ere. I can lead ya there and help clean ya out.” He offered as Csilla turned to look at him.

“Why, ain’t that mighty fine of you? Now what’s the catch?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

  No one ever did anything for free, there was always a catch to things. This she knew well, after all, it had gotten her in that mess earlier. She had wanted directions to a certain area she knew because she was certainly lost here. She hadn’t even know there was a lake nearby otherwise she would have brushed off this rook’s offer.

“Nothin’. It’s awfully clear you’re not from here and I don’t really want anythin’ unless you’d be willin’ to accompany me to watch the fireflies later tonight?” Flicker explained as he tilted his head at her, his ears pointing towards the ground.

  Well, she hadn’t been expecting that for an answer and firefly watching did not sound bad. It was always a beautiful thing to watch at night and she could really use a bath. With a small sigh and a smile, she nodded.

“Aight, sounds good. But!” She paused “When the fireflies are done, mind tellin’ me where the nearest city is? I’m not from these parts and I could use the city place to direct myself home.”

  Flicker nodded his head before beckoning with a hand.

“Just follow me and we should be there faster than the flutter of a chickadee’s wings.” He informed playfully as he began to walk before pausing to look at her. “Now don’t worry about those fellows miss Csilla, I assure you they aren’t the only things that can play dirty.”

  With a wink at the dove, he resumed his walk towards the lake as Csilla stared after him with wide eyes. Was this rook...flirting with her? The fur on her ruffle puffed out underneath the mud in outrage as she hurried out after him.

“Well you and they aren’t the only ones Flicker!” She piped back up as his laughter could be heard lighting up the sky as the fireflies would later on night, and how they would both light up the night with their company and the stories they shared under the bugs’ light.