Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

@Terich-mir tagging in case you wanted to join too.

He did not move as she stepped toward him, but even as she touched her muzzle to his chin his fangs did not disappear; it was not until she spoke did his countenance shift to an unreadable stare. He did not like that she met his eyes, but he was confounded by what she said. She had taken the confident alpha of the ridge off his game, in a way.

He side-stepped out of reach of her, taking back some of his own space with an irritated twitch of the tip of his tail. But before he could say anything in response, Capriccio, in full alpha dress, arrived, followed soon after by Farstep. She was not impressed. He could see it, he could feel it; even if he did not understand all the exact reasons she was upset with him, he would know soon.

"I don't know," he said calmly, his unwavering stare never leaving the black woman and his posture still held dominantly. He would answer Capriccio in the same breath he tried to explain the catastrophic communication failure to the loner. "I did not even know she spoke until just now." It occurred to him rather quickly that she must have understood his jest before. "I thought she might be like..." he jerked his head toward Farstep. "So I fished for a reaction, for her to speak, by asking something ridiculous. I asked her if she wanted to have sex."

He rolled his shoulders as apprehension crept up his toes. He suspected that, no matter what he said or did, he was bound to have two sets of teeth turned on him. "She never answered, but it happened," he admitted. "She followed me home, and as you may have heard, believes she is my mate." He slowly, gently shook his head, hoping that the primal woman would understand she had been mistaken in his intentions. "She is not."