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Drifa poked at the necklace she had made. Her mother made this sort of thing look easy and while Drifa's work did not look bad, it most certainly did not turn out as intended. Instead of a delicate female suited piece she had ended up with what looked more like a warrior's amulet of teeth and bone. She really wished she had her mother's skill to help her bring in a husband because so far, her search had been without fruit. The lioness often wondered if the reason her mother was so good at crafting was because she made some deal with a god to trade her desire to have a mate for the skill and focus of crafting.

Drifa was aware that it was probably a silly thought, but it somehow made more sense than just naturally lacking a desire for a mate. The lioness wanted very much to find a male that would like coming home to her. She was wonderful wife material, and would dote on a husband, especially a warrior. She wasn't picky she'd take a Reaver as quick as a Captain, but she wasn't really into the idea of a Freeborn male or priest. She wanted a strong male, and she was starting to wonder if the gods were laughing at her desires.

Drifa was not paying attention to things around her as she glared at the amulet, and thus got run into by the green male whom was not watching where he was going. She barely kept him from stepping on the amulet with all it's teeth and bone bits that would have hurt his paw. "Ooooof! Watch where you are going... Are you well?" He seemed a bit distracted, worried even, and that bothered her. At least by the look of him, he likely was not hurt from running into Drifa. As big as he was, he probably could have run her over and broken everything in her and still be unscathed.

Drifa gathered up the project and put it back at the entrance of her den so it would be out of the way. "I think perhaps you need someone to talk to if you have so much on your mind that it distracts you." The female settled herself in front of the male and offered him a bowl of fermented fruit. "Perhaps you would like to have a drink and tell me about it?" That didn't sound right did it? Crap. "Not that I would expect you to wish to tell me your personal business... sorry, I am a little out of practice talking to anyone. I have been too busy trying to become a crafter like my mother in hopes that it would increase my chances of finding a husband." And she had done it again. She really needed to get her mind back in proper conversation mode.

Drifa could not take back any of what she had just said, so she braced herself for the male to run off. Several others had at the mere mention of her looking for a husband. She cleared her throat and looked at the ground at her paws. "I do apologize for being in your way. A Freeborn probably should not be causing an interruption to a Reaver's day." She was sure she had seen him on the training grounds, and that meant he was no mere freeborn like herself. Now if she could just recall his name. It took her a moment, but it came to her.

"You are Reaver Aksel? That handsome green pelt makes you easy to spot at least.... although, with has handsome as you are, i am sure you have a wife waiting for you to return to your den. I should only be so lucky to have a male half as handsome and strong." Drifa was getting a bit of her charm back, but she still expected him to take off at any moment. She had found that the warriors seemed to be half afraid of having a wife, or already taken. Either one was not good for her prospects of getting a male to call her own.

Drifa held her head tilted to one side as she listened to what the male had to say to her. He had seemed more than a bit lost as she was rambling, and she wondered if he really heard most of what she had said. He seemed to respond well enough that he must have been paying attention, but she still wondered. Perhaps it was he was just being polite. She liked his version of polite since he hadn't gone running off like so many others had. She just had a horrible time keeping reavers and captains around. Then again, she couldn't really fight much at all, another thing her mother had on her. How her mother could be good at fighting, at least good enough to join the pride after growing up in the roguelands was beyond Drifa.

Drifa's mother was such a sweet female, always kind and even treated her lioness slave like a trusted friend, and yet unless one counted how she had her cubs, nobody took advantage of Drifa's mother. Drifa on the other paw could not fight, and often found that she was thought less of by others for trying to be kind or sweet, or they just didn't want to be around her. How did her mother manage to be so perfect? The young lioness would never understand it, or why her mother seemed happy without a husband. That was weird too.

"You are trying to make me feel better... that is really sweet." And not what she had expected at all from the male. "You are right, of course, but really I want someone to spend my time with... someone to make things for... i am rather lonely and always have been." She and her siblings had been raised more as much by their mother's slave as by their mother. Their mother was THAT into her crafting. Come to think of it, Drifa thought that might be why her mother was happy without a husband. She was pretty much married to her crafting. It explained so much, but it sounded like Drifa wasn't the only one with family issues.

Drifa couldn't help but feel sorry for this male. He was worried about his sister, and yet he missed so much in his concern. He believed he could change his sister's mind if he talked to her, but Drifa knew that if it was SHE that found a strong male who cared for her, she would never back down or leave him. That was probably exactly what Aksel's sister felt about this Ronan. The lioness wondered if she really was the one that should be telling this reaver he should back off his sister, but she felt she needed to do so. It was only fair that he know.

"I am sorry, but I don't think there is anything you can do except to offer your sister support when she needs it. If she has found a male that she wishes to be with, and whom wishes to be with her, she is not going to back off just because her brother worries. She probably is listening to everything you say just not following it." Drifa had done that with her siblings when they told her not to worry so much about finding a husband. She listened to EVERY word they said but just didn't do what they wanted. It was something males and females were good at doing. "I think perhaps you are going to need to change tactics to keep her safe."

"Tell your sister that while you do not approve of her being involved with Ronan, you will support her choices. Explain to her, calmly, your concerns about this blood feud, and tell her that your den is always a home for her and a shelter from this if she needs it. I think if she feels you will back her up even if you don't like her decision, she will be more likely to stay closer to you, which keeps her further from the danger." Drifa wished she could comfort this male more, snuggle up to him or something, but all she could do was offer her opinion. She almost missed his comment about not being married in her focus on trying to help him. She blinked and looked at him in disbelief. "You are not married? You are a strong, sweet, kind reaver with obvious good family skills by the fact that you care so much for your sister, and yet you have no wife. That is a crime." The female was left more than a little shocked by the revelation.

"I do not know how well she will take to a stranger being involved in this, but I will help if I can. I know how important family is." How many times did Drifa argue with her mother about needing a mate before she learned to let it go? Her mother did not want a mate, and did not care what others thought of her having a litter of cubs to some unknown sire. Just like this male, Drifa had to figure out that one cannot force family to do what they do not wish to do.

"As to me being on my own... most Reavers or Captains wish to sire cubs wherever they can. It is a simple thing to understand... I just have to find one, just one that does not think that way." Drifa was determined she WOULD find one of those that was still single. They could not all be mated already, especially since there were always new Reavers being trained. She would focus on building her crafting skills, and hopefully find one of those males eventually. Maybe even a male like this one? Who knew? For now, she would help him.