Golden Glade Angel [m]

last post :)

Nico avoids Charley's snapping jaws deftly, his soldier reflexes snapping into play as he whirls away from the flashing teeth, almost tempted to dish out some of his own combat skills in reply but he refrains from doing so, his mind somewhat clear from the influence of the heat. He doesn't speak anymore but retreats, a scowl creasing his brows as he observes from the distance, ears pricked as Charley questions his mate if the soldier had touched him and that if he did, he would kill the deWinter wolf. He raised an eyebrow at that, almost amused. As if. As if Charley could kill him, as if he could even touch the soldier. That big sack of muscle was no good against someone as agile as himself.

He hissed quietly between his teeth, rolling his eyes in exasperation. Tolerate? Oh, fuck that. Right now, Nico couldn't care less about what Charley thought of him, or Aspen, for that matter. His mind was in a state of confusion and the last time that happened, things had not gone well for him, at all. And while the winter soldier was tempted to release all self control he had and barge in after them, he resisted the urge. Instead, he withdraws into the treeline, watching until they disappear into the entrance. Nicolas waits then, for some minutes, but he too, will turn to go, back to the safety of his den.