Dawnlark Plains Don't You Leave Me Brokenhearted Tonight

Grace growled low, mostly expecting him to take off again. Her tail lashed and the yearling let out a chuff of annoyance, but the male across from her seated himself. She wasn't sure she believed him, saying it wasnt HER, but his own problems. That just wasn't a good enough answer....
          "You tried to HELP the pack, and a war would have happened eventually anyways. You KNOW that Esaro. You deserve whatever you make your life out to be. If you're going to act like you deserve it then maybe you DO. Maybe seeing the difference between really deserving and pulling it onto yourself will make you realize."
Grace was a prime example. She'd spent her first year of life being told she wasn't worth anything, being abused, being hated. And here she was YELLING at another male, demanding his attention. It was thanks to Nova of course that she started to open up, but it was mostly Esaro who'd shown her that she was in charge of her own happiness. Why wouldn't he accept her? The poor yearling just couldnt see that it wasn't that simple, didn't understand the things going through his head. She whipped herself around, facing back towards the tree and sitting herself down. Her golden gaze was locked onto her inky paws as she awaited whatever happened next.