Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

Her ears lower slightly, and she glances up and him for a moment as he speaks before she lets out a soft sigh. "I met Floki once a while back when searching for you, Casmir," she tells him quietly. "Then once again before the swarms rolled in. We travelled to help better our packs, and returned to our own, seperate packs." She mentioned nothing of her feelings for Floki, because truthfully-- as most young girls did-- she'd grown quite fond of the male quite quickly. But it never escalated, and she could only assume that her obnoxious anxiety had driven him further from her. 

"I... I thought you would rather be friends... I thought that maybe I'd been too overbearing and maybe I would be better on my own... I wouldn't bother you anymore..." she continues quietly. His gaze finds hers and she holds it, losing herself in them for a moment as she searches through her memories for unexplained problems she'd had. She lets out a long breath, shaking her head slowly but keeping her gaze locked on his. "I never moved on, Casmir."

For a moment she is reminded of Lasher and the moments she'd shared with him. She wonders if she moved on in other ways, and clenches her jaw as she remembers her reasons for being so close with Lasher. She held feelings for him, of course, but all of her reasons were selfish. She buried the thoughts deeper and returned her attention to the Mayfair boy.