Hoshor Plains R&R

Mitanni breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the dark-hued male rolled off of her feet and stood up on his own, taking a moment as he righted himself to back up a couple steps for her own comfort. He might have been fine with close contact, but she preferred a little distance at the very least, especially around wolves she didn't know.

She continued to fidget nervously, shifting her weight as he began to ramble and carry on a one-sided conversation. The questions he asked she would have answered, but as she opened her mouth to he simply continued on, leaving her without any room to comment or even question him in return. As much as she'd thought her idea to come out this way was bright when she'd left the pack lands, she was starting to reconsider it all now.

When the conversation jumped suddenly to a permanent relationship between them, however, she had to speak up. "Whoa, whoa, hold on," she cut in anxiously, her ears tucking fully against her head as she began to fidget even more noticeably. "I don't even have any friends yet." Well, maybe Malice and Esteban counted, if she was being honest with herself. "And no one's more than a friend." At least not yet. She hadn't had time to give thought to that, and with everything she had planned she wasn't sure when she would. "You're getting way ahead of yourself here."