Phoenix Maplewood Every step you take

Luke was a calm sort most times. There were few things that could agitate him to the point of anger, and most of those things came with some sort of build up, a progression that wore out his patience. However, rudely being commanded out had an instant effect on him. He did not take kindly to some scruffy man ordering he leave his companion, his companion whom he had believed dead up until a few minutes ago. Mate or not, this was foolish, insecure behavior and the white wolf would not tolerate it.

He set his jaw, his eyes becoming cold steel. The fur along his nape and back bristled, and his muscles were tense, made ready by ire. A low, quiet growl began in his throat, but it was then that Saena stepped forward with a soft whine, and pleaded with her hot-headed mate. Luke's tail flicked, but he forced himself to settle - for her sake, only. He drew a breath and regained his composure. When he spoke, his words were calm.

"Look, she's a dear friend of mine. I came up here to see if she was okay after the storm. I found the rise scorched black and thought she was dead, so forgive my excitement in seeing her. I'm an affectionate guy." He chuffed at this, giving a shrug. "Why don't you come over here and I'll give you a cuddle and some kisses too." He lifted his brows, his lips quirking into another smile, one small but playful.