Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

Grateful? She would be grateful when she carried the child of a man picked out for her, instead of someone she picked? Before this moment, before she had actually felt the breeding desires, she had been okay with this. Now she was not. Now she was not okay at all with being ruled and governed by a man who knew Absolutely nothing about caring for anyone but himself. How could he expect her to be grateful, being forced to hide away this season while he would eventually pick husbands and wives and allow them to breed? When she had gone into heat first? She would not be grateful. She would have voiced this but the weak little noise of warning from Oryx made her instead turn a sharp look at her pack sister. The only vocalization she gave to Grayson was a soft scoff as she began to head off until she heard him begin to talk to Calloon. She panicked internally and paused midstep turning to Oryx and in a hushed tone just between them said "He can't speak. I saved him from freezing to death the other day, i meant to introduce him to Grayson but then...things got difficult between me and Grayson and I...well...this happened." her words shook and she looked over her shoulder "I don't want Grayson to make him leave. He's so...shy and sweet." her voice broke again and she hung her head. 

She held back a sob again and sighed "I can't do anything. I can't get a husband. I have to be hidden away until my heat is done." she fell silent again and remained so until she reached her den where she curled up and refused to speak for a while.

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