Misha nodded. She had given him her heart, and she loved him. Oh, I'll just get him something later, she thought to herself as she watched Dayton get up and begin to move over to the line of trees. She quickly followed, glancing at the boy as he spoke. A den? She thought about it for a moment, nodding. A den for themselves meant a place away from everyone. But, didn't also a den mean puppies? The word slipped out of her mouth without her realization. "Puppies," she whispered, looking at the ground. Was she ready? Fuck no she wasn't. She was never fully "ready". That's another reason why her old mate had probably left her. Because she couldn't mate correctly. Every time they would "try", she'd tense up, pull away, and beg for him to stop. She would do the same with Day. Because she was messed up inside.
