Red breathed in slowly as Fang nuzzled her neck. She buried her muzzle into his shoulder to return the gesture, and had to keep herself from whining when he pulled away. She had missed him a lot during his leave, which only solidified in her mind the fact that she loved him. She watched his face when he pulled away. He seemed bothered about something and she wanted to know what, but she also didn’t want to push him. He would tell her if and when he was ready. Which, it seemed, was now.
He explained briefly that he and Ferdie had had some kind of disagreement, which immediately put the coywolf on edge. She brushed his kiss off for the moment, and sniffed at him, walking around him in a slow circle to check for wounds. But there was nothing; he seemed physically healthy. Red sighed in relief and then came up and returned his kiss, licking him on the cheek. She looked into his eyes and whined happily, to say, I missed you, too.
Then she pulled pack and looked at him seriously, asking, What kind of disagreement?
If Ferdie had threatened Fang, also, Red was going to come down hard on his ass. She was tired of this whole thing about wanting to leave hanging over her head and she didn’t need him dragging anyone else into it.