Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

by nature, sobeille was a private person. so it was very interesting to be exposed to a wolf who wore his heart on his sleeve.

he corrected her, albeit gently. sobeille's expression shifted to one of surprise. he had willingly fallen in love with a man? why would he do that? did he know they sucked?

she managed to keep most of these thoughts from showing as visible emotion, but she was bewildered. sobeille was not unexposed to homosexuality -- she knew full well her granmamans were both women. but this was natural in sapphique, as natural as swimming or breathing or killing for your meat. women were desirable and beautiful creatures. how could one blame anything for falling in love with the pleasing wit and shapely curves of a woman?

but a man? they were so coarse - their bodies so... utilitarian and inelegant.

this man etienne spoke of sounded exhausting and difficult. she never even met the male, and she already had profound dislike of him. he sounded maladjusted, and every character flaw etienne mentioned about this man hammered home the thousand reasons why women were just intrinsically better.

sobeille ignored etienne's hopeful deflection, because she was a solutions-based wolf. etienne had presented a problem in need of a solution.

why don't you just kill 'im?

then, his soul would be with etienne forever.