Ouroboros Spine winds of change

No. No. Oh God no. Don't come any closer. Kerosene picked up the pace, far preferring Kodiak's fangs over Tonravik's. His head still had a little bit of sense in it. Hers was definitely cloudy. That, and she naturally came with this aura that suggested simple speech and other words would be lost to her. She was a woman who understood body language, not reason. She was all instinct all the time. This season? The heat in her loins would only turn that up from all in, to all in times a bazillion more.

Tonravik charged. As she neared them, drawing in fast, she merely filled the space with her aroma all the more. He almost choked on it, drowning within that scent as he reminded himself over and over again that no good would come of acting on his baser needs. Not now. Probably not ever. And if she was showing this much aggression? Hell no.

Fangs snapped at him, riddled within the thick depths of her warnings. Kero couldn't help it. He snarled, snapping back at her as he stood his ground and pressed himself between herself and the kid at his back. They were not harming her bone pile. She could have it. It was all hers.

Kodiak moved, taking a few paces out of range. Kero backed up steadily, keeping his eyes trained on the woman until she gave some sort of sign they were of a safe distance away. The brown bear seemed confused and suddenly Kero felt like he was the oldest wolf alive. No doubt Kodiak's instinct was just as overwhelming as her own. If Kero hadn't been so jaded by it all, he might have been too, but right now he still had control over himself and he was struggling to keep it.

"Survival" he growled, frustrated in more ways than one. "You want your chance, wait for her to settle down. Give in now and I'm not putting you back together when she tears right through you."