Sun Mote Copse hot girl bummer

Maybe they were trying to reassure him—support him—whatever. Wraen, at very least, was, and maybe her kindness would have been more appreciated had the wanderlust Ostrega not spent his entire life avoiding difficult situations such as this.

Tambourine’s death and all was a pretty key start to that.

“Wraen,” he rumbled, giving her a wry smirk. “I already told you we weren’t. Besides. Snitches get stitches, and all that fun stuff,” he hummed, though the humour in his tone was lacklustre.

But suddenly everyone was very interested in what happened, and honestly, he didn’t like the idea of others getting too far into his business. All he had wanted was to tell Wraen he was bouncing for a bit so she didn’t think he had just up and left.

“Ask Towhee, then. I don’t want to go into details. If you want the quick details of it—we banged. A lot. Because she told me she couldn’t get pregnant. And then she had Meerkat, and she told me I’m just the packmate, Phox is the father—end of story. She refuses to discuss it further.”

He paused. “If you have questions or concerns, then take it up with her. I’m going to go blow off some steam and collect my head, because this is bullshit. But that’s between me and Towhee.”