Blackfoot Forest A Strong Mind, But Weak Heart

Was it severe? She truly didn't know. She flinched away from touch with a fear that was unnatural. She supposed then that it was severe,most people weren't afraid of being touched the way she was. Some might be uncomfortable but none she knew jerked away. She nodded in response to his first question.

"I have not known a gentle touch, so to speak. My father raised me and my siblings but we weren't very close as a family. There was no warmth there between us, only a sense of duty to raise the pups he sired." Her brother had been the same, abandoning his two sisters on a cold stormy night when they could not track him. Ameta had just been distant, quiet, reserved. They did not share much warmth either.

"My last mate he was a cruel man. He liked causing pain in those who could not defend themselves. I suppose I have just grown adverse to it," she wrapped up. She was nervous, ears flat against her skull and eyes averted. 

She did not want to see what he thought of her now. Perhaps he thought her weak for not defending herself. Perhaps he pitied her. She wanted to see neither on his face so she refrained from looking at him.