Northstar Vale You don't have to say, what you did

I am a boy and I know that a woman’s heat will make her more susceptible to… these things.

Antigone watched him with a lizard’s blink, slow and unphased.

You can be hurt, soldier. Of course, you can be hurt… but you cannot blame her. And it is childish to hold your anger against her when she was not your mate.

Reyson said he would think on it, that he would apply it another day. His emotions would remain raw until he found reason in his thick skull and learned how to communicate them. Antigone felt the plight of blunder foolishness. All brawn and little brain, or perhaps it was a lack of interpersonal skill. Whatever had afflicted this man, he was the only thing stopping himself from marrying the wonder that was Meadow.

If you wait too long, you’ll only have yourself to blame, the boy shouted to his retreating form. When Reyson had gone from sight, Antigone lowered himself into the water again and drowned the memories of her blood on his paws.