Willow Ridge got my bad baby by my heavenly side

How strangely had Elettra been so oblivious to the man's affection for her, that it could easily be enough said that she knew little to nothing of love at all. This was not far from false, having only experienced love as a cruelty, mingled in lies and deceit and utter pain. Hardly anyone could blame the Archer woman. Not only was she quite obvious of her attractive nature (having grown up hearing stories that their lands former tradition told of 'lights' being pure and 'darks' being the reflection of their dark and ugly soul) but more so lacking in understanding of courtship, having failed and never attempting so after so long ago. Only recently had Phineas knew Koda was not her mate and only then had he decided to make a move to show his affection and so, horridly, late. His avoidance of her had not helped the matter, adding on to he fact that she too had been avoidance of her lands, merely spending her time scouting the boarders with as much distance as she could. Fear of her desires and loathing for the recent events had pulled her to the outskirts of her very own home until she had locked herself away in the storage den at the foothills of the mountains. Locked away but to her dismay, not alone. She had given in. Given away to the something that made her skin itch and her heart to flutter with panic. Simple as it was, Phineas had not shown interest, had not made a move and so, Elettra seized the moment elsewhere.
She is still huddled in the back of the small cave den, rested along the wall, now tired and utterly dirty. What she had done was so far unexpected it had left her in the sense of a daze, though in this she had found meaning and purpose to her act. Shade would never touch her and the knowledge that yet another spring had arrived without a mate had forced her hand in this act. She did not regret her act, though found herself still trying to make sense of it all, having stayed here long after it was all said and done.
When the clearing of Phinea's throat disrupts the silence, she shutters from her reverie, her head lifting as her gaze pulls to meet his form. His pale off-white hue is aglow with the highlights of cinnamon the moonlight catches and he pulls himself forward ever slowly to drop the kill in his jaws. He always seemed to have a rabbit for her, with every meeting they shared and though the last seemed so long ago she could remember it as the only peaceful moment she had held all winter long. She wished to go back, to roll in the snow with him, to bay at his heels and laugh. "Phineas..." His name curls off her tongue in a rumbled coo as she looks to him, her silver pale gaze burning into the fire of his own. There is longing their, desire. A desire which she feared and in realizing the intensity of her attention, swiftly turned away. "Your so good to me." She whispers these words, in a manner which could have been seen as a shyness, an unwillingness to show by the turning of her features. Yet here she was with such desire, covered in the scent of another man. Elettra did not know and it was far too late. She turns to him again at the cutting of his sentence, though his expression if nothing of which she expects. Perhaps the confusion, the wonder of why she had bred with a man whom had for so long been their Lowest - untrusted. There was a narrowing in his gaze, an obvious anger, which struck Elettra so that it pulled at her own confusion. "Whats...? And then it hit her. "I...." Her voice cracks. Never would she have thought to consider her affection had been secretly matched by his own, until realization struck her now. "I didn't know."