The rain was rather relaxing under this strenuous effort, sweating in a cheery, short-sleeved dress that was plainer than she tended to wear these days. It was nicer than the kind of dress her sisters wore and patched until the patches wore through the rest of the dress … and this dress was brand new.

She heard an all too familiar voice. Her head whipped to him, wide-eyed and snarling as her neck bulged and chin pulled down into said bulging neck.

The guttural snarl seemed to spur the butches on, and they zipped out in front of the Ketch.