'Fine. Let him have his little girlfriend.' Veen growled to himself, eyes burning. He didn't care anymore. Let them be mates. This was the third time. A deep hatred built up inside him, and he slowly tore through the thorns and casually entered the clearing. 'Why would she pick him instead of me? He just...Stole her right away from me! Like that!' He lifted his tail, angrily slashing a deep gash in the sand. Then he calmed, 'Wait...He hasn't really connected with her yet...' Now, hope built up inside him. Maybe she'd choose him! Chittering in exitement, he stood, looking out over the horizon. Dusk was setting. This day went fast.