Stavanger Bay with flowers in the sunshine

Raptor was a young and inexperienced wolf despite the things he claimed. The odd time that it seemed he understood the opposite sex was usually a fluke. This was not one of these times. The silence that fell between him and Sandpiper and the tight draw of his mouth was evidence to his ignorance. The sable wolf simply blinked at his companion while he mentally tried to solve a puzzle that he only had a piece of.

Raptor let his ass drop to the ground and slumped. He was teetering on the edge of spilling his guts about how much of a failure he felt like he was. It was a culmination that had begun long before he met her and it was becoming more than he could bare. But for now he kept himself checked.

"You're all mad and I don't get it." He huffed.