Blackfoot Forest Whoa, where did the party go?

*Wants to keep the thread going*

  The moment she had opened the topic of the mating ceremony, it was like she reopened a scab in her mind. The thoughts of mates... troubled her. She was never really a lovey dovey kind of wolf, with flowers in her hair (fur, whatever). This had topic was always kind of uncomfortable.

  Also, she had never really felt pretty (but she is beautiful), compared to all the elegant white wolves she had met. Her fur always strike her as a dirt colour. But, all these feelings were never really a problem to Maja. She had always gone headstrong and brave. Love was never top priority.

 "Aaron, sir," she began, her voice unsure, "About the ceremony." 

 She took a deep breath and continued, "Um, what if, what if my mate doesn't like me." She said, her voice going a little quiet at the end. She held her head down in shame of the thought, as if wolves weren't supposed to think like that.