Hunting Pains

There had been a lot on Aslas mind as of late. Her parents replacing her with a new litter. Her split with Indigo. The competition. The fact that she didn't really hate Naiche anymore. For now, at least. She didn't remember much of her drunken night, but she did remember that he had carried her. Then she woke up beside him in the morning . Asla had crept back to her den before the yellow wolf woke to save them both embarrassment.

Funny how the object of her thoughts happened to appear. Naiches golden form approached and his words were civil. Hmm. Their conversation must have gone better than she'd remembered. Asla had been laying at the edge of one of the many streams. Her toes dangled in the water as it swept gently past. There was nothing on her agenda for today, so she simply planned to relax and soak up some sun. The warm, golden light filtered down through the leaves, dappling Aslas striped pelt with its glow.

"I do frequent this place." She motioned to one of the larger, more sprawling trees behind them. "There's a spot in that tree where I nap sometimes." Mindless talk. Niceties. What did he want with her? If he was going to bring up the other night... well she didn't want to talk about that. Ugh, what if he'd fallen in love with her? Not that she could blame him, but he said he didn't even like her as a friend. How could he possibly like her enough to fall in love with her? Purple eyes blinked and she refused to let her thoughts bleed into her features. Instead she just stared at him, waiting to see what he wanted.