Dahozhoni Meadow does my breath smell?

That was... not the answer she had expected. In fact, it was the one thing she did not want to do. Knew she could not do. Not in the way he wanted. She tried to remember how she had felt after The Incident, but—but that was different. She had witnessed somebody die so suddenly right in front of her. Somebody she had thought she could build a life with. And now, now her mate was doing this. She swallowed hard, sinking back on her haunches as she watched him move away from her.
How did he not know the way of the world? How could he not know that, once they had coupled, she would only be his. He should only be hers. That was the natural order of things. It was how her parents, grandparents, and generations of wolves had lived for all of time, as far as she knew. It was built-in to her. A part of her bones, her blood, her species.
She stared blankly ahead, beginning to wonder if her voice would disappear the way it had when Viper—