Otter Creek i'd rather you did not turn your skunk bath into a giant cocktail

Euron was not just sneaky of body but of mind too. His ploy to deflect attention from him and the head that he wished to have to himself worked. The light female turned away from him to challenge the one that tried to hide — but not before leaning in to him to offer a threat. He tried to suppress the smile that twitched along his lips as he felt that familiar, arousing feeling of his heart pounding and blood rushing. He flinched away when she snapped and could no longer avoid a toothy grin, nor a short giggle.

Tail beating with excitement, he peered around the stranger with an impish face, in the manner of a bratty child who had just sicced the family dog on the neighbors. It was momentary — Euron's next impulse was to reach out and grasp the arch of bone that was laid bare beneath one of the empty eye sockets. He did so with the smooth, stealthy movements he was known for, never letting his eyes fall off the wolf closest to him. One tentative tug told him all he knew — the head was not something he could whisk away.

So he dropped that idea and settled in for the show, offering nothing but a cock of his head and arched brow when the black female addressed him.