Third Person's POV
"Hmm, now she's used that pension and those two shops to mate Ulrik. If Eugene really comes back, he's probably going to be pretty upset," Paisley said.
"Ah, it's such a dilemma," Adelaide sighed.
Paisley's mood turned somber. "If it's really Eugene, and he didn't tell Gloria he was alive out of loyalty, then her remating isn't her fault. That's true."
It was true, but thinking about the whole thing, it was still really sad.
As the night wore on, the conversation between Adelaide and Paisley, who were as close as sisters, grew heavier.
The intermingling cedar and crimson pheromones in the room gradually shifted from tense to relaxed.
After the Southern Border Campaign, even the occasional flash of wolf claws at Paisley's fingertips carried a newfound steadiness.
