“We do not do this to be selfish,” O’jek grits out in a hard voice. He remains standing in front of me, as if he can shield me from Rukh’s disappointment and frustration. “If the healer is too tired, then we will wait until she is not. We do not care if it takes one turn of the moon or one turn of the seasons. D’see and I have chosen to be mated because we have feelings for one another. That has nothing to do with the healer and we do not need permission to share furs. Nor do we need permission to hunt together.”
