Great Bear Wilderness [m] pillow talking

Her comment was appreciated, but the reaction it recieved was unexpected.  Not unwelcome, but a change, for normally the one to turn tail first was the rogue herself.  She simply watched, bemused, as the red woman excused herself, stating a spot to meet in the future and failing to confirm anything.  She made no attempt to respond, but reclined, watching that adorable tail disappear into the trees.  Hmmm.

She did not know, in that instant, if she would attend the set meeting.  Roz wasn't the type for repeat interludes, having no intentions (yet, if ever) of forming a bond beyond the physical.  All lovers were different, yes, but they all shared something in common... they were transient, temporary.  She had few (if any) who she had shared more than one meeting with on a social level, even.  The loner thought of friendships in the same way she thought of packs... she could trust no one to watch her back better than herself, so why bother?

She had forty-eight hours to decide, and think on it she would.