Noctisardor Bypass High unicorn tolerance

She whined softly, but made no protest as Rowyn inspected her more closely. He didn't ask what had happened, and that was just as well; she didn't want to talk about it. Not yet. But when he mentioned a pack, the girl stiffened slightly.

Pack? She repeated warily even as she tried to get her feet back under her. It was a slow, halting endeavor, but she managed. Turquoise eyes studied Rowyn intently, as if she could find some difference in him for having made contact with strangers. But she saw none. It was just him, the same as he'd always been.

But what if he liked these strangers better than her?