where is a fish in orbit? trouter space

He caught the tension that came over his paramour and knitted his brows, his silken ears fanning backward once more. The response he had expected was not the one that he received, and though the words that did roll from Lasher's tongue were neutral, he sensed in them mere tolerance, sensed that the hollow's leaders were not favored by their former beta. This weighed heavily on him.

Lips were pressed to his cheek, and he closed his eyes with a soft exhale as the man moved to his nape. He savored the embrace, his blue-nose playing absently in the downy furs of a shoulder. He answered Lasher's growl with a small nip, but his thoughts were elsewhere, and before he could bite his tongue, it was forming a question. "What happened?" He drew back, so that his worried eyes could behold the murkwater ones of his lover.