The Sunspire i used to dream about love of a tall dark mysterious kind

terance had an itch. it was from seabreeze, of course, and it begged to be scratched. begged and begged and begged. so when it finally was, he felt so much better. but at what cost? because as soon as he stirred from their nap, terance was suddenly itching all over. std? he had to talk to so many people, deal with so many problems not. he realized how badly he was fucking up as he was fucking up, but he was so caught up he couldn't stop himself. 

and now? god it was so bad. he didn't regret it, per say, but there were so many consequences he'd have to deal with-- and he just wasn't ready.

so when he came across seabreeze while patrolling, it was safe to say his heart stopped. his body language-- though originally tall as he guarded the borders-- fell submissively right away. he mostly felt bad. had she really wanted that? or was it just an instinctual thing. did she hate him now? he feared she would. but he tried, his head raising and his tail waving at his hocks. 

"hey," he greeted casually, nose twitching as he regarded the rabbits, "good hunting day?"