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Jura was on a gods damned mission. She was going to get Hansulter to notice her, and she didn't care how she made s**t happen. She was getting older with each day that passed, and it was starting to get ridiculous. She was the granddaughter of Thorgrim, for <******** sake, and Hansulter was only some outblooded pissant and why wasn't he noticing herrrrrrr.

Gods. Was he really so stupid?

Planting herself just to the side of his den, Jura waited. The sun had yet to peek above the horizon, which meant that Hansulter was probably still sleeping. The life of a reaver was difficult, after all. Late nights and all that.

Arranging herself oh so prettily, Jura waited.

And waited.

....and waited.

He'd had way too much mint the night before.

Staggering out of his den sometime after the sun was high in the sky, Hansulter blinked his eyes blearily. The light was so bright, but there was something dark floating in his eyes. Blinking them again, he smacked his lips together. Still there.

It took him approximately three minutes to realize that it wasn't a blur in his vision, but a lioness.

His mouth went dry.

Not just a lioness, but Jura. Frantically Hansulter glanced around. If Jura was here it probably meant that Svartis was not far away, and he couldn't handle this s**t right now.

"'scuse me."

He tried to buffalo past her.

He was infuriating. But. He was still so handsome, and Jura spent a few moments staring after him before she came to her senses and loped behind Hansulter.

"I've been waiting since before sunup," Jura grumbled beneath her breath, "and you smell disgusting."

He didn't smell disgusting, really. He was so big and handsome, Jura could forgive him most of his faults. Most of them.

"Hansulter."

He didn't answer.

"Hansulter."

Still no answer. Jura pressed her lips together and followed after him, waiting until he'd had a sip of water before growling in warning.

"Hansulterrrrrrr. We should be married."

Mission ******** accomplished.

Hansulter was mid-swallow when Jura said that they should be married. He'd never stopped to talk to the lioness, not even in passing, and only knew her name because he knew her father's name - and because his half-brother was lusting after her like a heartsick little s**t.

When he tried to swallow, he promptly choked and hacked until water came out of his nose.

Only then did he glance over at Jura with disbelief etched firmly on his features.

"No. No we should not. You do not know me. I do not know you. Why would you even suggest such a thing?!"

Someone had a crush on her?

That was more than mildly shocking, and Jura was thrown for a loop. She wasn't entirely sure who Svartis was, but if he was Hansulter's half-brother, well, that surely meant he had to be handsome, didn't it?

"He is in love with me?"

She peered around the pride as if to look for him. Jura had always kind of felt like there was someone watching her. Maybe she hadn't been wrong.

"Wait. Why has he never spoken to me before?"

It didn't make sense.

Well, it didn't really matter, either.

"I will find him and ask him."

Jura took a step away, paused, and took a step back towards Hansulter before clobbering him across the head with her paw.

"That's for making me wait for you all morning, jerk."

And then she flounced off.

Blah, blah, blah. Hansulter stopped listening to Jura the instant she started speaking. Gods. Women were fickle creatures, and suddenly he couldn't think straight and there were two watering holes in front of him instead of one.

The little b***h had hit him.

With a low groan, Hansulter watched her prance away. Gods. Svartis really had no idea what he was getting into, and Hansulter wasn't going to say a godsdamned word, ******** women.

Finally alone, Hansulter waded into the water just a ways before dunking beneath the surface of the pond. It felt nice, and when he emerged dripping wet, he felt considerably better - albeit incredibly sorry for his poor half-brother.

"Better him than me," Hansulter mumbled under his breath before heading back towards the stronghold for breakfast.