Two Rivers Isle he [m]et a girl who wore versace

wash off.

his words were not kind, they were tense and filled with emotion. she did as he asked, she crawled to deeper water. what if she drown herself, would anyone care? would he care? her childhood friend, the one she stood up for so many times, the one she lost a challenge and got exiled for. she took a deep breath and rolled like a crocodile, over and over again until she could not hole her breath any longer. she surfaced with a gasp as his words came to her. 

if you get pregnant...

her ears pressed against her skull to the point it hurt, a headache would set in soon but she deserved the pain. if this encounter resulted in a child, she would be alone like all the years she searched. she was alone again, no one to standby her side, no oneto care about her. 

you can’t tell anyone about this ok? i can’t - this is just... fuck

she simpled looked down, she knew that she could not tell any one. did he think she would walk into their central camp with a scarlet letter painted on her fur, he really must have a low opinion of her. when he jumped out ofthe water a thought dawned on her, she could leave. if he wanted her to leave, she would. she would not have a home but maybe another pack would want her, it was obvious he did not. he began to walk away and she jumped after him.

"issun wait.." she put more feeling in her words though it sounded like she was choking back a sob, maybe she was. "WAIT, would you just.. would you please look at me?"