Blackfoot Forest Flowers for m' lady

In truth, Liri was happy that she had been chosen to mate with Sam. He was the closest friend she had ever had outside her home and the only amongst the pack she had felt something more than friendly for. Even so she was nervous about seeing him after their mating. 

It was hard to wrap her head around it, that she was a mated woman once more. Sometimes she got so panicked she would pace her den, hyperventilating as she convinced herself not to flee her home as she had done with Remo. She knew not what to expect from Samuel, things felt different now that they were mates. She didn't know what he expected of her, how to respond to him. Romance eluded her, her only former experience being painful. 

Shaking the anxious thoughts away, she emerged from underneath the roof like tree trunk that covered her den. She had already begun to shed her thick winter coat, leaving some of her old scars visible. She ignored it, hoping those in Rosings would as well. 

It was a surprise to smell Samuel coming this way, she hadn't even known he knew where she lived. Her legs began to shake as they sometimes did in nervousness as she smoothed down her coat in an attempt to hide her scars and make herself presentable. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself it was only Sam. Things wouldn't change...hopefully.