the wild things

The talk with Scarlett changed quite a lot of things, and he hoped that with time, the albino female would grow to accept the fact that they were mutually attracted to each other and embrace it. He hoped that she would have the courage to tell Kove that she did not want to be mates with him and that he was no longer her husband. He hoped that one day, Scarlett would stop being her timid and meek self and stand up for herself, for them. He loved her for who she was and would never, never in a million years change who she was to become the perfect woman he wanted. No, he simply wanted her to well...stand up for herself for once, nothing good would come from being an overly meek girl.

Raziel padded back to the den and checked on the kids for a moment before making his way towards the borders. Perhaps he should be a warden instead a warrior; he liked patrolling and didn't fight unless it was absolutely necessary. Besides, Bearclaw Valley was free from petty rivalries between packs (for now), and therefore the demand for wardens were higher than the demands for warriors. Also, wardens could technically double for warriors if it ever came to that, though Raziel hoped that that would never happen.

He found Scarlett's scent and with a boyish grin, began tracking her. He found her quick enough, and to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She was lying on the ground with an unknown pup suckling on her teat. What the fuck? Excuse his language, please, but what the hell was happening here? Raziel stalked forward with the grace of a feline, brows creasing as he noted the bundle of fur by Scarlett.

"It's not one of us," he commented, a fierce edge to his voice. "Surely you don't plan on taking care of it? I don't like the look of it. Someone clearly knew about this pack and purposely dumped the kid here because they knew that someone would take care of it. It smells fishy."