Jade Fern Grove the broken, beating heart

minne hated all the handsome men of the wilds.

not truly, but it was a weak spot. made her tended and vulnerable to gaze upon a tall glacier of a man. icy in tones, as if father winter had already come.

she watched him duck into the brush and for a long moment she considered that would be it.

she would go her other way, not daring to be involved somewhere again, and he'd be none the wiser.

that was until her paws started carrying her. natural instinct. maybe natural stupidity.

she barked once and braced for a reaction.