Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Then ... I don't know, Quill said, feeling her patience being tested. This was exhausting, and she was beginning to lose hope that she would win this uphill battle with him. She drew a paw to her temple and began to massage her head, feeling a headache coming on. So, instead of fighting, she gave a resigned sigh and gave in.

It's whatever, then. We won't have children—I can't and won’t convince you, and you clearly don't want to have children with me. She felt her heart break as the words left her mouth, and she pushed past him to get outside and get some space from him. She kept walking, heading in the direction of the creek.