Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

A soft sigh at that— “Another kingdom doesn’t strike me as… something that would deter my brother,” she mused quietly, stretching, catlike.

And then he spoke again—bemusement flickering on her features. “Is intention something many women struggle with?” She turned then, studying him intently—lavender meeting the chest of the man, broad—scarred. Impressive.

“Is a woman in this land supposed to remain diminutive and be solely for a man’s breeding purpose and pleasure?” She paused, muzzle settling coyly to an outstretched paw. “If I said I wanted you to teach me the more unsavory ways of life, would you be appalled? Am I so distasteful to you? Or is there another your heart simply can’t deter from?”

Pleasure was one thing. Love was entirely another beast.