Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

Fennec gave him a playful, small shove for getting that out of her entire story, but really, she didn’t mind. She couldn’t outright ask, but she could be honest, plant seeds, and see where and how they grew. That was about all she had in her these days.

Yeah. Fucked up, isn’t it? I didn’t when I had Killer, but he turned out to be about one of the best things to happen to me, and now that I want more I can’t seem to make it happen. She started toying with the grass with a forepaw, idly. She’d enjoyed her time with Germanicus, but she’d really mourned the loss of a chance more than anything.

Two years, two big messy breakups just in time for spring. A girl might learn to take a hint.