bring on the wonder, we got it all wrong

It wasn't going the way Bazi had hoped. What exactly had she hoped for? Fire, she thought, her gaze flickering between Scimitar's two staring eyes. Some sign that settling down and squeezing out a bunch of children didn't mean the end of passion and adventure. Perhaps she ought to have said that rather than spitting poison in his face, but it was too late now. Bazi was a proud woman (though her present behaviour was more befitting a girl - and a spoilt one at that), and backtracking had never been her strong suit. She sighed, ears slumping on either side of her petite head. "It's nothing," she muttered at her own forepaws, "I'm sorry, that was mean. I'm just having trouble.. adjusting."