Lone Star Mountain defender

Malila looked down again at her paws. It didn't last long, as she looked back to him another time. Her eyes were firm, filled with honesty. "Just...a lifestyle that doesn't feel so forced." She said, a twinge of exasperation in her tone, at just thinking about Mereo.

"There, I have only two choices. Be a solider, or be a wife." Her lips pressed into a line, ears turning back. Her expression became hard, almost defiant. "I am not a fighter. I never was. And I don't want to marry some guy at the drop of a hat, just because I have to. I need more freedom than what Mereo offers."