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"I'm jealous." Meerkat didn't really hear anything after that, her eyes narrowing as she wondered what Lane meant by that. (Never mind that she might've had her answer had she simply listened.) She felt suspicious at first, which quickly gave way to a twisted sense of pleasure. Lane was jealous of her? Of them?

But then she reminded herself that there were no grounds for that, no matter how possessive she felt toward Issorartuyok. She was being foolish and petty. He didn't belong to her. He never would. Her heart squeezed and she stared at the ground, momentarily unaware of how terribly she was upholding this conversation.

When she did finally catch herself, Meerkat's head swung upward and she looked at Lane. She could see how awkward she'd made things. And that was really a shame because she liked Lane. They were friends, of a sort. They weren't close, but they could've been. Maybe they still could be...

"I'm sorry," the yearling blurted, apropos of nothing, "I'm sorry I've been so weird lately." She looked around, now hoping Caracal wouldn't choose this moment to reappear, then took a step closer to Lane. She hesitated, then lowered her voice to confess, "I have a stupid crush on him. But don't worry," she went on in a hasty whisper, "I'm going to work on getting over it because I know. I know..." Meerkat swallowed.