Blackwater Islands sunset on a warm summer's eve

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Normally Akantha would accept the affectionate touch without much complaint, but today it sparked an even greater feeling of unease. Between Gabe's ignorance, the confusing paring of scents upon his pelt, and Kalika's history, Akantha was left with many questions but frustratingly few answers. She drew away and snapped twice at the air to warn the other woman away from any further attempts at physical contact. Her heart ached; she wanted, desperately, to believe in her. 

"No," She rumbled as she tore her eyes away from Kalika to avoid her imploring gaze. The uneven fur of her hackles shivered once—twice, and she sighed loudly, fighting the instinctual urge to impose her dominance upon the younger, smaller woman. finally she flung her ears forward and swung her great head around to the she-wolf, lips pulled tight across her sheathed fangs. "your scent was heavy on Gabe's coat when I spoke to him the other day." she did not continue, and allowed the unspoken questions to fall upon Kalika.