The Tangle pure beast and skin

Silence wasn't very promising. Even before the dark woman finally spoke, Alarian had turned again to leave. The words at his back only hastened his departure. There was more than enough incentive to leave, now; he would rather not lurk to see if more angry females in heat frequented the place. Ears flat, he took her advice. Back the way he came, then.
Whichever direction that was. Uncertainty rolled over him again, but he resisted the urge to glance back. He knew by now not to test his luck— such endeavors frequently found him on the losing end. There was no time for that, now; Ali had somewhere to be.