Swiftcurrent Creek Keep the car running — j

Razo took only leisurely notice of Jace when he met them. He found it curious (though entirely uninteresting) that the swarthy male would issue a warning growl and still proceed to refer to them as “friends”. He sat, which cut a portion of his imposing height, and dropped his various bits of body in submission as he casually allowed Ren to field the question.

Fox’s arrival on the other hand prompted much more of his attention. She was very small and very young, and very clearly the opposite of literally every other alpha he had ever met. Just how did she manage to remain at the tip-top when she could barely reach it? The answer must have been loyalty, and it amounted to approximately zero sense. But he listened to her, actually processing the words and found himself encompassed because he just couldn’t make things out. He registered Ren’s brief gaze, but although he thought the thoughts she thought he did, he concealed it wholly.

Actually, he’d been about to say nothing of the kind. The little vixen must have had a few idiots on her borders recently because the tasks she named off were contributed to by all wolves in a pack implicitly. Even those who were mediocre hunters, for whatever reason, were useful and had appropriate roles in the hunt. But no one needed to claim being a good hunter as if that was what might seal the deal to their entry. In any case, Razo was happy to skip whatever dull formalities the tiny alpha desired.

Healing, yes, he said, a glint of characteristic cheek smouldering cheerfully in his eyes. I’m Dr. Razo Redefin. What seems to be the problem? Actually, if she really wanted to play “Doctor”...