Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

An emotionally mature wolf would have treated what Bronco said with the affection it deserved because his excitement was honestly endearing. They'd have breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was going to be a partnership, something the two of them would be doing together. Or, at the very least, they'd have approached this entire thing with at least a bit of understanding.

Unfortunately, Fennec had all the sensitivity of a scalded cougar. She accepted his touch okay, but when he said something about being her willing slave, she bristled and stiffened. This doesn't have to change anything, she responded, jerking away.

If he wanted to stick around and be a dad to this kid, that was his decision. She wasn't going to let him make out like she begged him to or like she'd somehow managed to trap him here with this. Despite the fact that Bronco had made it pretty clear where he stood, she felt pretty backed into a corner by this; she had a hard time recognizing that he might feel completely different.