“I was so certain I would resonate and find my mate here upon this beach, and yet with every turn of the seasons, with still nothing for me, I grow weary of my empty furs. F’lor offered to ease my loneliness, you know.” I do know. Everyone in the tribe knows. F’lor has made it quite clear that she approached R’jaal. “You refused her.” He grunts, a small smile playing at his mouth. “I did. In my arrogance I thought my mate was surely just a day or two away. That any moment now, my khui would grow tired of waiting and then it would happen for me and I would be lonely no longer. Instead, more and
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