Utatu looked down at the puddle with an expression of contempt, mouth drawn into a scowl as he examined himself. Idiot. He had done it again. He had almost walked up to her den to see how she was. That wasn't going to do either of them any good, he knew it. Years had passed since Utatu had slipped away into the night, hoping his absence would soothe her mate enough to stop her aggressive insistence on making his mates life harder whenever Utatu came nearby. It hadn't been a pretty situation, he knew that. He always had. Hearing your mate slept with another male and almost could have had the oncoming litter be the other males was hard, and despite how desperately Utatu stood on the sidelines, helplessly hoping that she'd run away with him, it hadn't happened.It wasn't going to happen.
Ever.
He knew he was supposed to get over it by now. Years had passed. They probably had another litter by now. They most likely solved their troubles and were madly in-love. There was absolutely nothing to be done, and if she was happy then good, that was what he wanted. Pining for a girl he couldn't have wasn't healthy after some point, and he had crossed that point eons ago.
So why couldn't he rid his mind of her?
Frustrated, he slapped at the puddle, groaning in protest. Oh, please, just stop thinking about it!
Peppermint Coffee
The female cheetah stretched herself out as she came down from a tree she'd been napping in. During the heat of the day, she liked to conserve her energy, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped. Thirst was making her throat hurt and her nose incredibly dry. No amount of licking it would keep it wet because she had cotton mouth. The most evil thing in the world, in her opinion.
