Heron Lake Plateau Pure intention juxtaposed

He put a hand on his snout in a face-palming motion, feeling like she was not understanding the implications of what she was saying. She said he was hers, which, to some degree, was the truth. He was her protector, and he had sworn to keep her safe. But he had other responsibilities. Phox had sisters and brothers here, nieces and nephews. Settling down and finding a mate had never, ever been a priority of his, and yet here was Camilla, deciding for him. He wondered if it was worth it to reject her, but something told him that would only make her sad.

So, being the stupid, dumb boy that he was, the paw slid off his muzzle, and Phox nodded along placidly. If everybody else was thinking it, it must be true, right? How Phox had somehow managed to become Camilla's husband without him actively agreeing to it, he did not know, but there it was. She had claimed him. Considering he didn't have any reason to object, he decided to go along with it. Maybe she would make him happy, too.