the way we stalk, the way we kiss

Both she and the boy that she'd kind of been fighting fell to the ground in fits of laughter. That laughter increased as he tried to kiss her. In the hilarious heat of the moment, Bowen placed a paw on either side of the patchwork boy's face and planted a kiss squarely upon his lips. He was still laughing and squirming when she started to move away from him.

Pain exploded through Bowen as a huge form barreled into her side. Being so small, she didn't only fall, she flew. The brute that tried to grab her failed with both teeth and paw, considering she was airborne. The caramel and cream fae bounced several times, crashing hard into the ground with a yelp of pain. Gods, she was going to be sore later.

Bishop tucked his wings and divebombed the black and red brute. The raven went for his ridiculous mohawk, grabbing it with talons and beak to try and at least distract the wolf for a moment so that Bowen could regroup.

"Bowen"