Silver Creek tokoyo ghoul

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the borders loomed ahead, and Cas quickened his pace through the ache of his paws. he'd been away longer than he had intended, and he was happy to finally be home. locking away the results of his visit, the boy's single ear swept forward as the scent of Spring touched his nares. a whine trickled from the boy — she had been in heat, if she was not still such. the fragrance energized the Mayfair; he crossed the borders with a clear flicker along his hackles, intending to claim the alpha.
logic entered his mind — he could do no such thing. she was her own woman, and Heston seemed to be the logical choice. after all, there was also Rowan of which to think, though Cas knew the ashen wolfess held no claim to him, nor he to she. he wandered along the borders, salving his flouted manhood with vigorous watering of the markers. it was during this wandering that he came across yet another maddening scent, this time borne by Natashe; Cas grit his teeth and kept his head down, though it was all he could do not to seek out the subordinate and exercise his rights as her leader. what a stupid season.[/tr][/td][/table]