Swiftcurrent Creek [j] the king and his men

Ferdie the usually groomed male was less groomed now his pelt shaggier the dried blood from two days ago not removed and his ribs were beginning to show, but this did not stop him. He was still useful in some way even if he had stopped caring about himself entirely.

The brute stomped up, his tail high over his back, though should fox draw close his tail and posture would quickly adjust to below hers. He bared his teeth his low steady growl aimed at the male, though he didn't attack yet, That order had to come from fox this male hadn't shown any desire to attack but he hadn't yet properly submitted either. Just excuses fell from his maw.

Ferdie's eye nearly twitched; he was so angry he could barely speak. His eyes were glazed with fury, He was nearly at a breaking point, one that Jace might recognize; one that Ferdie had tried to save Jace from, but Jace's voice would not cut through his anger, Jace could do nothing physically to stop Ferdie Von Pelt, He was designed to listen to a feminine voice.

If looks alone could kill cutthroat would simply drop dead where he stood. Ferdie stared down at the male and waited, waited for the male to do something, If he dropped and submitted that might break Ferdie's trance or if Fox to arrived her voice alone could calm him, something had to happen before the brute broke down and took cutthroat with him. His growl had yet to cease filling the air.