The scars that are too fresh

Hawkeye pondered Thistle having a "scary" mate, and she couldn't picture it. She was very sweet, though the dark wolf supposed she could have an angry side and control the ropes if needed.

The aloe very was cool, but that didn't stop it from stinging momentarily — but it was only a moment. It feel strange on her face, but it stopped the burning and soothed the pain a bit.

Hawkeye looked away with a scowl on her face. She then looked at Blue Willow. "I was a complete idiot for taking him as my mate so soon and then immediately making him Alpha. I was inexperienced with love, and obviously it was simply him wanting to mate with me, because one I gave birth it wasn't too long until he tossed me aside and acted as if I didn't exist." She paused. "And I certainly didn't have him abandon another pack and then give him a position of great power right away. Shouldn't that say something about Fox? Her leaving her pack without a second thought?" A small growl of frustration escaped her. "Everyone is fucking thinking it, Blue! They just won't say anything." Hawkeye couldn't believe that the pack was allowing Peregrine to be a dictator.