Cheshire Country

Her tail dropped slowly as he spoke, but her ears remained pulled back and her hair still stood on end. "What are you doing here?" she asked sternly, her eyes still cold from her recent heartbreak. She would be lying if she said she didn't find the male somewhat attractive, but he was still a rouge, and she knew she could do better than that. She paced from side to side pensively as she watched him, head low and ears flat against her neck. He claimed he was not a threat, but what reason did she have to believe him? Then again, why would he lie? He seemed nice enough, his expression even hinted that he was somehow aware of her plight. No. She shook her head internally. That was impossible. No one knew what she was going through.



Thane... his words still rang in her mind like a dull hymn. "And how do you know that I am happy? How can you judge or interpret such a thing?" Bastard. She had heard through the grape vine that his wife was due with pups. He had a family. Friends. A life. And what did she have? What had she been given? Nothing. How dare he act as if he had nothing to be happy for when she had nothing? She was so absorbed in her mental ranting that she had completely forgotten about the rouge male.

Speech!