Hoshor Plains And I see fire, blood in the breeze,

She inhaled sharply. He was playing a prank, had to. There was no love she felt upon seeing him- well, there was warmth, but she thought it was due to friendship! Was it possible? Would her past self, really hit upon a yearling? One she attacked as well? "Ah. I see. I was a fucking moron, yeah?" 

Yeah. 

"You and me?" Her paw lifted and pointed toward him, before firmly placing it back on her snow-white chest, "no way." Orlaith couldn't believe it, and if it was true, she didn't want to believe it. Wouldn't she feel something if so, and have way stronger emotions?

"You must be joking...

Please tell me you're joking."