Redsand Canyon perseco

Hearing his voice, she considered again how selfish it was to settle here and be glad that Bronco hadn’t. If he approached the borders, she wouldn’t allow him to join, and she was grateful he hadn’t tried. But it wasn’t hard still to draw lines between Germanicus’ regret and what her ex mate was likely feeling.

His children had chosen their mother. She was the last one to say they’d chosen wrong. At least he didn’t seem angry; just cut by it. She wasn’t sure what to say.

He relaxed into her and she played with the sand beneath one of her forepaws, still resting her head against his flank. Every time he reaffirmed the trust they had, it got perhaps a little easier to let down her guards around him. He was crashing through some of them with a speed that was slightly alarming.

That’s the one thing I’m sure of. She answered honestly. I didn’t know it before, but as soon as he was here, I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Last year, when Bronco… Did she want to share that?

She wanted him to know why she knew so clearly. It didn’t matter more than that. He ended things during my season. Because I wanted this, and he didn’t anymore. At least, not from me. Losing that future was the worst part. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone I could trust enough to try again.

This was about as close to an outright thank you as she’d get, but her voice was softly sincere as she spoke the last statement. She still didn’t know if she loved him entirely, or if she’d ever allow herself to the way she’d loved others. But she thought she might at least love him for this.