Well Deserved Rest, or Maybe Not

Raissa gave her snow-pelted mate an odd look. He looked preoccupied, like he didn't really want to be there. Maybe what Bindi had said was true, Fitz really didn't care about her. The thought unleashed a flood of insecurity rushing through Raissa. What if this had all been a mistake? She had picked up everything, a comfortable new home, actual friends, an ultimately perfect life for him, and what if he didn't even care? She felt herself close up, no longer wanting to share anything with him. She had come here with the intent of fixing things, not making them worse!

Still, she had to answer his question. "Yeah actually, I met both of them. Tempest seemed really nice but Bindi called me a slut bag." she admitted with a sigh. She had really hoped that some of the wolves that came with them would turn out to be really good friends, but so far, neither of them stood out to her. Sure Tempest was really kind and all, but she seemed kind of plain to the fireball girl. And then there was Bindi. She was just flat out unlikeable.

Feeling a bit unwelcome, Raissa pulled away from Fitz and lay down a little off to the side, giving him some space as she studied him to try and figure out what was wrong. So far, this day had gone from good all the way to terrible.