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Kjalarr watched as she tucked her tail in close and took a step back, the water lapping up around her ankles. The moment he noted her retreat, that her body language did not speak of her want his steps ceased. She did not want him. Despite that he understood, some small reasonable part of his brain reminding him that she had asked if she and Bain could become mates, it did not mean that her initial rejection was not a low blow. He had not been rejected before. Not by the nameless forest woman and not by his most recent conquest. No, out of the two she'd been the most receptive without much work from him. As easily as he was drunk on the scent that emitted from her, Kjalarr would not force himself upon her. He drew in a deep breath, trying to focus on the tangy sting of the salt in his nostrils and not the intoxicating perfume that overpowered it. “You should hide yourself in the deepest part of The Grotto. The ceremonial chambers are large and unused, maybe mask your scent with mud or something to keep unwanted suitors away.” He could not spend the duration of her heat fighting off the other males of the pack, after all, and it went without saying that if he couldn't have her then no one else had his permission to.