Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

Following her was not done intentionally, a scent having led him away from the valley during a short patrol. The decision to actually follow was unconsciously made, the scent not even fully recognised until he’d spotted the dark form in the distance—and she wasn’t alone. At first, he stopped and watched from afar, observing the scene and going over the potential scenarios in his head. But when another whiff brought to him a distinct, masculine fragrance, he could keep away no longer; he couldn’t ignore the urge to protect what was his.

Alexander reached the pair just after her greeting, the speech going unheard. His approach was a silent one, sliding up alongside her and simply standing there, staring the male down and sizing him up.