Sawtooth Spire As You Wish

water. food. for my mate, star. praimfaya blinks coolly at him, unable to understand why he applies the term 'mate' to the matron. it generates confusion in the wanheda ...and a second hand betrayal. maybe the matron didn't see it as such but this man's idea of what it meant to be a mate seems all wrong to praimfaya. she capitalizes it, zeroes in on it as if its her prey and she tilts her head, unable to help the bristle of her hackles in her packmate's defense.

protective over the matron and her cubs.

mate.

what a joke.

you cannot be mates. to be a mate to someone is a promise. to be together. priamfaya thinks of her mother and father and her heart constricts in her chest. how do you dare to call the matron your mate when you're not even in the same pack! praimfaya's eyes narrow. ...when you choose your loyalty to your pack over the woman and children you call your's. how is that fair to her? to them? for it has not fallen beneath her notice that he means only to visit. that he is not one of them.

the idea refuses to sit well with praimfaya who has a very different view on mateship and parenthood.

should she be asked her opinion she would state that it was better he stay out of their lives then always make them, what praimfaya feels and observes from this whole ordeal, his second choice. a visit he makes only when he thinks of them in passing. with nothing else but her own perception she can only feel that this: all of this, is wrong.