Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

Reigi held the majority of his attention, despite his eyes remaining on the male. He stood close enough to her that they were all but touching, furs—scents—intermingling with one another. He refused to look away until another inhale brought with it anxiety, which drew his gaze to the girl at his side. He leaned into her, letting their bodies touch, offering her his support and silently telling her it’ll be fine. If not for the crude comment, he would have gladly led her back towards home but, in an instant, his head snapped forward and his eyes narrowed instead.

Alexander stood at his full height with muscles tensed, ears pushed forward, and lips curling back to reveal just the front row of his teeth; he was issuing a warning, insisting that the male back down. Between the comment and the body language, however, there was no way he’d be heading back home without first receiving the opposing male’s complete submission.