Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food

*Misha* · 07-23-2014, 08:49 PM

Misha would look at her mate when he would speak, perking her ears up at him politely. "Misha. . . You see. . . I was in a relationship before us. I did not love her, no. In fact, it was probably not even "like." We kind of had pups together, unintentionally on my part. And me, being the rogue I was. . . abandoned them all. But, in truth, I think I was running from the possibility of being tied down and loving someone other than myself. Those you love can hurt you a million times more than any other for they hold your heart. Please don't think ill of me. That's not me now. I would never do that to you, this I promise. Misha. . You have taught me so much. I want to love you. I want to be with you and cherish you and protect you. You and our unborn puppies. I was young then and foolish. . . " The words would hit her like a train wreck, making her heart sink.. He had abandoned his last litter and the female who carried them. If he didn't love her, then why the hell would he have mated with her.. A love wasted, was a life wasted. Nobody could ever fully recover from heartbreak, the girl an expert at those words. Though, he had abandoned her in the most time when he would be needed.. A papa for the pups, those little lives would never know. How could she be so sure that Winter wouldn't do the same to her? Or so positive that he wouldn't hurt her like he did? She would keep her maw closed and stayed in silence, the squirrel coming up beside her and hugging her leg.. Even he was quiet in that moment.

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