Hushed Willows Juramentum

"Glad to now you need me, darling," Teagan said, a playful grin tugging at the edge of his lips as he trotted alongside his Alpha. To be honest, the coywolf did not think of himself as a valuable asset to the pack at all. He was a wanderer, first and foremost, a jokester and a prankster secondly, and lastly, a useless piece of bad shit. But anyhow, he was glad to know that maybe Warbone saw something in him that even he did not see; that maybe, just maybe, he had some sort of use in this world that did not just involve banging girls and ruining lives.

Teagan followed Warbone's movements, diligently marking the area as well. "I'm hurt, babe," the hybrid said, smirking. "I thought you loved me," then he laughed when his companion seemingly made a quip. "Sure, sure," he said, winking. "But I'm pretty sure I have a greater appeal than you do, sweetheart." Teag followed his Alpha, cocking an eyebrow when he realised that Arkham did not seem to remember his question. But why would he? 

"You know, the one where I asked you if you'll date me and you just answered with-" and here he imitated Warbone's voice, quite expertly if he said so himself "-Hmm, that word again."