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Content where she was Terra laid, simply existing. It was rare for her to do that, usually too busy to slow down and just see what was around her. Being injured had forced her to do that, but it wasn't often she could just enjoy it. Oak had helped her see it, even in her heated state, now Aylu showed it to her too. The connection created when he removed those robes for the first time for a complete stranger was still there, and growing stronger. Her ears twitched as he began to talk, listening to the hesitation in his voice. They did have something unique, to say the least. This was a connection she didn't have with anyone else. Then again, no one else would be so foolish to do what they did, an injured coyote coming to the borders and a strange wolf helping her.
A small smile formed on her face at his words of knowing who she was. Aylu hadn't even seen a fifth of what she was capable of, crippled as she was. He had to come back and get to know her after she was healed. There was so much she could show him then. The question that followed caught her completely off guard though. His mate? Was he serious? Terra looked at him, completely startled. Feelings? What did feelings have to do with taking a mate? She was injured, there was no way she was in good enough condition to work as his partner in any way, shape, or form. Her mother would have jumped at the chance, taking him as her mate for a season, raising whatever pups resulted from it, but Terra wanted something more than the temporary mates that her pack had taken. Her instincts insisted she choose someone who could match her for life.
Perhaps it was the wolf blood in her, but Terra couldn't have casual relationships, her mind driven to find someone who would stay. His fear and shy behavior was definitely not something Terra wanted in a mate. He might be scared off too easily, leaving her alone. Shaking her head she looked up at him. I'm going to say no for now. I'm not capable of being anyone's mate in this condition, and I won't accept being asked like that. You can try again later. Reaching up Terra nuzzled his muzzle, reassuring him that she wasn't mad, just not ready.
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