I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations

Athena fiddled with her jewelry absent mindedly as she tried to clear the depressing thoughts from her mind. It was almost impossible though with this dark cloud hanging oppressively over her head. Her wife's voice cut through the gloom of the secluded den, making Athena's dark tipped ears twitch with surprise and recognition. She lifted her head just as Amalia slipped into the den. Ama's appearance was almost comical enough shake her bad mood entirely, especially when she pressed her nose to her cheek and ended up transferring some of the mud onto her. Amalia was always like her ray of sunshine just when she needed it. It was like her wife had a sixth sense and knew just when Athena needed her cheerful presence.

Athena chuckled softly at Ama's comment and question, bringing her gaze up to meet those gorgeous blue eyes of her mate. "Of course, beautiful," she replied without hesitation. For a moment at least her worries were forgotten in favor of getting her wife cleaned up. She got to her paws and followed Amalia back out of the den and let Ama lead the way toward one of the pools of water near by. Athena made quick work of the small spot of mud that Amalia had gotten on her cheek before focusing on getting Ama clean.

She gently used the side of her paw to rub over Amalia's sides and haunches, clearing away the mud and bringing water up with each movement. All the while she tried to ignore all the conflicting thoughts firing in her head. Between her heat bringing all sorts of ideas to mind that she was sure would make Ama blush to her raging harmones making her emotions go everywhere she wasn't quite sure what to do or think. Part of her wanted to cry and apologize to Ama for letting her down again and the other part wanted to pull her back to the den and keep her there for the rest of the evening.