Sun Mote Copse hot girl bummer

Cut off by Wraen, the Ostrega gave pause as she spoke, his eyes falling deftly to her cheek rather than her own eyes—Firebirds didn’t seem to lay demands much for subservience, but she was still the Sovereign.

“There was no proposition, Wraen. She avoided me, and when I finally managed to get some time with her, she shut down any discussion of it. She walked away from me. I wasn’t about to make a scene in front of Meerkat.”

Phox’s interjection caused a sideways glance from the agouti wolf, who was growing wearier as the situation unfolded. “Careful, Phox, or else she’ll shut you out, too,” he rumbled, his tail giving an agitated flick.

“Look. I’m sorry. I’m cranky. I need some space because I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. I don’t even know what the right thing to do is.”

But the itch in his paws was definitely telling him it was probably best to just cut loose the drama and leave. Towhee had made it hella clear that his presence was completely unimportant, and that Meerkat wouldn’t know him as anything else but a friend. So what was the point?