Broken Antler Fen well I'mma go down on a railroad track

Begged him to stay. He had given her his answer—willing to just move forward as if none of this had truly happened. 

Yet she recoiled. The statement they weren’t his yet one more gut-punch. His eyes alight, he wanted to let her know he was very well aware they weren’t his. That she had lain with another. 

But he didn’t. He held back, sadness wrenching away to frustration. Bristling, he snorted as she repeated it again, not grasping the truth of what she was trying to tell him in the end—simply believing she was repeating the same of her current litter. 

What would you have me do, then?