Quinlen scarfed down her food and thought. The other saber-tooth tigers were jealous of her life. She was well fed, had many jewels, and was the daughter of her pack leader, but she wasn't happy. In exchange for her pampering, she was forced to have Simolin as a mate. "Ugh! Classic case of forced marriage," She growled to herself, ripping off the expensive diamond necklace that Simolin, of all saber-tooths, had given her. He was very handsome, and was the son of a nearby Pack, everyone swooned over him. What did she not like about him? To her, he was plain. "I need an exciting life! Not this pampered fairytale," Quinlen muttered to herself and stalked out of her thatched den. She needed to get away for a while. She wanted a mate who was exciting. As she was walking off, Simolin caught her. "Come to my den, and let's have lunch." He said persuasively. "No, you idiot!" She growled and started walking past him. "Aw, c'mon, you know you want to." Simolin blocked her and tried again, this time slightly wh