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She does not speak. Of course she doesn’t, he thinks, she cannot read his mind. He has assessed her age, her health and other vital information from her scent: everything he needs to know without much regard to her personal space. His salmon pink tongue draws across his lips once more, tasting blood and the lingering earthy taste of the fawn lingered. He almost could not wait to sink his teeth into it’s soft, succulent flesh with the sole intention of eating but before he can act upon the temptation Conan appeared. The Commander’s burning amber eyes seek his brother as if he has entirely forgotten about the woman that he led back. Declan lets out a low huff as he watches Conan near the woman and ask her about her name while making the introductions. Declan has to remind himself that Conan’s social prowess was why he led her back in the first place but it does not dissuade the jealousy and possession that creep like unwanted parasites within the strong curve of The Commander’s chest. He knows how Conan is. He knows. Yet, still it is always the same. The jealousy and want to stake his claim upon Conan should be familiar to Declan. He rises from his haunches as she responds and pads towards the pair, making a slow, assessing circle around her before he lifts his gaze to his brother’s seeking to claim it.

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