Mezla shrugged. "I just wasn't really sure if we were, like, actually mates, or if we were just close to it, or if we weren't even close at all." She cringed, afraid she was sounding incredibly dorky. Meanwhile, a good bit away from the couple, a small puppy stood, shivering next to a river. His bright green eyes were huge as he huddled next to Rachelle. The memories of his mother falling off of a cliff played over and over in his mind. He looked at his brother for support. "What will we do, guys? Mommy is gone."