Redhawk Caldera vividly

"You," he answered; unwavering, unashamed. Not commanded in any sense by his emotions, he felt no compulsion to lie or even pretend as if he were anything but a creature defiled by instinct. Though neither woman before him outwardly expressed that there was anything wrong in their pack, Kaizer detected the emotional discord, sensed it in the undercurrent of their words and actions. Even without feeling it, the fact that this she-wolf (in heat) was patrolling the borders seemed evidence of it enough. No male had come to claim and protect his packmate in estrus; an unheard of feat, in Kaizer's world. "To protect. To serve..." he came a pace closer.

Though he dared not presume that he could claim the fireball himself, his hormones made him brave enough to try. Their spectator mattered little to him if she wasn't going to physically stop him, and he came forward gently, excitedly, tail lifted and flagging back and forth as he watched the caldera's leader expectantly. He would chase all that bad energy away...