You walk the lakeshore, hoping to encounter the slutty shark Izma again, and you set your sights on her makeshift camp soon enough. From what you can see, the girl is looking out from the lakeshore as if in deep thought. As you draw closer, you see that her hands are constantly fidgeting on her lap, a telltale sign of her nerves. Now, just what could be on her mind that has her so riled up?
You step on a brittle shell as you advance and it crunches loudly beneath your feet, drawing Izma’s attention. She looks at you and her mood seems to instantly brighten, though her hands are still fidgeting nervously. Smirking, you hold up a hand as a greeting and ask what’s up.
“Well, um...” she begins awkwardly. “We’ve fought a lot recently, and you’ve proven yourself superior to me so often. I used to be a little embarrassed, but now...” She trails off and looks over the lake again. “Now I know that you ARE superior to me, a superior specimen... an alpha.” As she finishes, she looks to you and clasps her hands.
“And... if -if you want a mate... um, I could come with you... if that’s okay with you?” She stares at the sand and blushes. “O-otherwise, I’ll just stay here... and not bother you.” It seems you’ve been presented with a choice; you could either accept Izma as a mate, or turn her down and let her remain at the lake. What do you do?