Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Yet again, he was made to feel as though his trauma response was an inconvenience to her, and that she was the victim. He knew she could smell him out. Sure, she might not have been able to see that he had been sleeping but...Perhaps she simply didn't understand the extent to which he had been damaged, as she hadn't thought twice about barking at him. 

She hadn't been through what he'd been through- he just had to keep reminding himself of that. He drew in a breath to quiet his restless spirits. "Sorry...I'm just...Yeah." He didn't want to apologize for being so gunshy- but he also knew it'd be best if he just did so, regardless. 

He remembered what she'd said though, and began to worry. This was where she kicked him out, right? Or where she told him to stay and look after Killdeer so she could go off looking for the hunters? He'd assumed that that was coming- but what she asked next caught him wildly by surprise. 

Why would she want that? Why would she want him, after yelling at him and walking off on him? It just didn't make sense. And she explained afterwards that she wasn't asking him to be her mate because she needed him- she just summarized the fact that he wasn't really needed at all. 

"So...You know you're stronger, and braver than me...And you're basically saying you can raise Killdeer on your own- all of which is- I mean, yeah, it's all true- but...You still want to be my mate despite that?" He asked. It didn't make sense to him. He wasn't sure that was the sort of spiel one should give another when proposing mateship. "Generally...You tell someone...What you like about them, and like...How they make your life better...And then you propose. What....What do you even like about me, Fennec? Because it's....Really hard to tell right now."