Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

um, no. arcturus' expression visibly sagged - was his 'service' that awful? a growing scarlet shame ringed his cheeks as towhee continued. are you really...? his mortification was clearly visible by the twisted expression he wore: it was like he was trying hard, too hard even, to look nonchalant. the end result was a twisted frowny-smile-pursed-lips expression that spoke clearly of his discomfiture.

and then she said they didn't know their names, and that she didn't do any of the romanticized things arcturus had often dreamed of doing. crestfallen, arcturus blinked slowly and took in the news with a shaky breath. this was the woman that had given him his first blessing -- had restored in him a worldly hunger he had never known he was wanting for.. for her to just, cast it all aside..

"so it meant nothing then?" arcturus didn't like that: he wanted it to mean everything. and it had to him - he would never forget towhee, and many women would be (unkindly) measured to the mountain-warrior that had laid waste to his virginity.