She had finally found what her problem was when it came to Lysander. He didn't care like she cared. Yeah it hurt, made her angry and rage filled, it had almost caused her to put an arrow in one of the pack wolves head. Snorting at the memory, the short strawberry blonde pulled her bow over her shoulder as she walked. Spring was her favorite time of year, and the flowers were blooming, making her smile happy that there was color in the land again. Pushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder she continued towards the brutes Cabin. Fred was willing to see where this took her.
Seeing his cabin she walked up to it and opened the door without knocking. Walking inside the cabin smelt like alcohal and the scent of the pups was stale. A sigh of pity eased out of her maw before she walked up to where she saw Lysander lying down on the deer pelt she had made him. It was amazing how much you could forget when you were head over heels in love. She was such an idiot, but why bother caring at this point?
Kneeling down at his head she put her bow and arrows to her side and lifted his head to put it in her lap stroking gently between his ears. "Desole amour. I know you miss them." A part of her deep and dark in her heart wanted to give him pups, even if he would probably sleep around and ignore her half the time. You win some you loose some. Keeping her hands stroking his head she kept thinking, wondering what he was going to say to her. Whinnie was sure his hang over was pretty bad.