Put Your Cullions Away!

Delphi dropped the offending articles of clothing like she'd been burnt and hurriedly stood back up.

"Niko! Put your bloody cullions away this instant!" Alton shouted at the man, who sheepishly dragged his shorts back up.

"It's 'General', not 'young lady'," said Delphi sulkily, glaring at the man's back. "How would you like it if I called you 'boy'?" she muttered under her breath.

"You can try," he said deceptively lightly.

She edged over to join Alton on the frontline against the dingo.

"Another one's climbing under the branch Niko," she called back to the man. "You're fussing about nothing," she complained to Alton. "You nearly scared me off the branch."

"We'll talk about it later."

The look he threw her said it wouldn't be a good talk.

"It's fine," she said lightly. "I'm done with the talk. Good talk thanks. On three, you strike from the right and I'll strike from the left."

"Hm," he nodded his assent.