Grouse Thicket You'll never know what hit you

As if I want to. She shot back, quite proud of herself. Not often did she act this bitchy, but this man brought the worst in her out. It felt good to be a "bad bitch" again, even if it was not something she felt very comfortable with. She was a mother of two, a seeker of peace and acceptance, a stargazer - and here she was, conversing with a male that was so very obviously into only her good looks. It was despicable, yet she could not bring herself to move, for even though she quite certainly disliked him at this point, she did not want to be rude.

She squinted as he returned to the subject of the scar. It's none of your business - get off my case. She shot at him. She did not like to be questioned about her past, much like her mate, and he had already made a bad first impression on her. She made a promise to herself that if he would return to the scar-matter, she would turn and leave.