Tyr was attracted to her, she knew that. He came to admire her independence and her survival instincts. When her confidence took a knock, he built her up.
When she allowed herself to hope that maybe he saw her as something more, he slapped her down with comments of cross breeding, and she realised she was still a kludge to him. Then he abandoned them to follow his dreams of a pride reborn. When they met again still later, he had become twisted by his desire for power. His pride, his ambition were the most important things in his life.
This is a calling, not a conversation. This is not a game, no manipulation.
If love is a season, you were my winter. You were just the ice laying on my feet.
Anastacia