Fancy meeting you here

She hadn't been wise enough about her words, hr had picked up on them right away. The graying woman sighed, just wishing that the earth would swallow her whole that very moment. "Not by choice..." She muttered, hiding her face away from him. It didn't last long though, he gently nosed her foreleg away with hos damp nose, tenderly kissing the puckered scar. Her body thrummed at the contact, body still set on fire from their earlier actions. Her pale blur eyes looked up at his, concern latent in their depths. This was not a fun tale to tell, and she didn't want to speak of everything. "A male did that to me... A bastard who told me he loved me, only to turn around and beat me half to death." Her voice was the softest of whispers, intently looking at his slightly tilted head. Did he understand why she was so afraid now? Why the notion of love was a scary thing? It had only brought her pain. But Colten, he was different. Still young he had not yet seen the darkness of the world, or at least from what she knew. Closing her eyes she buried her head in his read hued coat, just wanting to hide. She hated seeing that worry, the pity that was usually tossed her way. She knew that there was something move developing with this boy, not just mindless sex. It flew deeper than that, and it scared the shit out of her. Her scar still tingled where he licked it, a gesture that she soon wouldn't forget.