Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

Had she been wrong? The male responded flatly, almost as if he had died. Even if his bubbly nature had grown irksome, it was not right for her to force him to act as anything else. Memories fluttered back to the early days of Kaistleoki, her first squire had been similar in many ways. Bright and eager, but overly so. Reiko had grown on her though, perhaps she should have been more open to Hieronymous even if she did not seek him as a mate. There's no need. As I stated before, I'm not very good with relationships...my default is to avoid, but perhaps I should have been more vocal about my boundaries from the start.

Communication was good after all, it was important for diplomatic relations, she could only assume it was the same for more personal encounters. I'm willing to give you a chance— for friendship. I know nothing about you, as I mentioned before, I'm not ready nor willing to jump to something further, but you need to respect my boundaries too. This place is meant for new beginnings...if that is what you would like, then perhaps we can put this aside. It was rare for wolves to try so desperately for her attention. Ira had assumed by now the male would have long given up, but since he hadn't... at least if things did not work out now she could say she gave an effort.