Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

She seemed...cocky to him.
Full of herself.
Like she owned the world, and no one could wrong her.
He almost snorted.

"I too dislike women in that way, so perhaps we are alike," he grinned. Women were just trouble, as Nemisis proved.
He'd never been open like this with a stranger. But perhaps Donovan opened him up. Maybe he didn't feel so anxious around women for it because they wouldn't care.

But he was certainly taken aback by her statement.
"Why not? You'd have every equal opportunity in the Saints, and you can have any woman of your choosing."
His ears cupped towards her, surprise evident.
It would be an opportunity not to be missed.
He was sure she'd be a good warrior. Or at least another set of jaws that can work hard.