Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

He was older than she was, perhaps by one or two winters, but he was still a virgin. What his life was like that made such a thing possible, she would never know. Not that she really wanted to find out. It was bad enough that his pack was so close to hers; she hoped that the pups, if there were pups, looked nothing like him, or only had traces of him. She hoped, but Mephala was never that kind.

No, She admitted, still wondering just how long this tie would hold. How long would they have to awkwardly talk to each other?