Moonspear Sooner, or Later?

The wolfdog spoke of giving 'them' a try, and Althaia shyly nodded. She curled her tail around her thin frame, nervous suddenly. Should one of the alpha's find out, she feared for Harley's fate. His anger, his rage at Charon, made her nervous, and she hoped he didn't do anything foolish. Her green gaze found his, and small smile touched her delicate muzzle. She roused from her sitting position and took a step towards him, touching her muzzle to his shoulder.