Big Salmon Lake triple dipped in psycho

sooo sorry!!

 

She had stepped forward, tail swishing almost alluringly before the streak of pale white crossed her peripherals. The woman did not get the chance to speak before Kove's baritones thundered through the sensual feeling of another's company. “Don't worry, Kove,” She sighed, perhaps too casually and all too comically with a roll of her head. “We were talking,” Her optics switched back to the stranger, picking up on the feeling that he would not object to any decline to any possibility of what would have happened, had her husband not interrupted. She did not have much inclination to stay longer, for should a quarrel break out, there was little doubt that Kove would prove his claim over her with more force than necessary. Backing up, she moved to stand beside the ghost, perhaps reassurance, but it was not needed. Whether it was his own possessiveness or his mistrust in her, Kove was not a hostile creature. He could be calmed; it was the reaction of the other that concerned her.