Whitefish River It's hard to believe

The painted male need not explain further, Ira had picked up on his hints. It was a growing realization as of late that people in these lands seemed to not care as much for courting before breeding or at least were not as strict as her pack had been. And no other has caught your eye since? It still seemed unlikely, although Ira was one to speak. It was rare for her to catch feelings, perhaps it was the relation beforehand that opened her possibilities.

Unfortunately, she was quick to closer herself off as well, but the Constable was working on it. No worries, I proved myself in due time, but I would have never fit in...so I left. She was completely honest when she spoke, the past no longer bothered her nor her status. Here it did not matter and there was nothing left to prove. Things were better this way.