<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/1269205908227.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 10/10<br/>0/2 spell slots left.<br/></div></div>There were a lot of feelings and social constructs that Alisandra had never truly mastered.  She wasn't literally raised by wolves, but she didn't spend an awful lot of time with people, and some things were all too easily understood for others and fairly alien for her.<br/><br/>Thinking about Tyria, watching her dance, and then having her come back and carry the scent of other peoples' adoration made Alisandra feel...bad, yet also guilty for feeling bad.  She knew she didn't have the claim to Tyria that one has for a mate; certainly, Alisandra should be happy that Tyria has the chance to so experience and appreciate life.<br/><br/>Alisandra knew that she shouldn't be sad that Tyria picked someone else's lap over her own, yet...it bothered her just the same.  In the wild, such a decision might be decided by any number of factors, not the least of which just being to put Tyria over the table and take her right there.<br/><br/>She also knew, though, that Tyria got to make her own decisions.  It was just...<br/><br/>...sometimes it would definitely be better just to be an animal.