Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

He lifted a brow in her direction. It was probably the most unwelcomed expression he could have offered her at the moment because she only became more pissed. Okay then... He knew females were moody. He knew she was moody. He did not know she was a particular breed of moody that did not know how to have fun. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was also mated to a wolf that didn't understand the meaning of that word? How did he keep running into females that were so... complicated?

Before either of them could say anything else, she huffed and turned away. He stared back at her blankly, watching her walk away. As far as he saw it, she was definitely overreacting, but it also didn't help soothe his fears about her temperament. She was a fickle thing. A wolf that seemed to be apt at holding grudges. It did nothing to soothe his fears of her, nor did it reassure him that the mountain air had changed her.

He lingered for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he turned to head home.

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