Swiftcurrent Creek wild women don't get the blues

He was not a man lucky in love. He felt happy for her though, that much was true. An air of relief sighed from Marcus, Wren was no longer on the war path and his hide was safe for now. However, in the same breath, he felt his chest tighten at the idea of missing out on something that could have been... nice. 

"You are very capable of being the woman I want. It was me that was never going to live up to what you deserve." A sad chuckle before settling onto tired haunches, his aging body no longer handled cross country travel like it used to. It would take a day's rest of doing absolutely nothing to rid his joints of creaky throbbing pain. 

"What's her name?" The question was coupled with a soft smile as Marcus began to stuff himself into the shape of a platonic friend.