Emberwood spider and gioma had a love few others had seen,

He studied the dark wolf for a few moments of quiet, his stoical façade revealing nothing of his emotions. He refrained the curl of his lip as his fangs threatened to slide out – this wolf had threatened the well-being of his family, and had they not been on their way out, the damage they could have done could have been irreparable. His mate was pregnant – and while he would have seen to meet the silver willowy she-wolf’s presence with punishment when they had come upon Wylla, Durnehviir had thought to extend her kindness.
 
Constantine could respect that – and even follow her lead. But only to an extent. He finally released a soft ‘hm,’ as if considering, his eyes narrowing as he tipped his muzzle. “The grey one? Skinny.. Kind of gamey tasting? The kind that gets stuck in your teeth a little bit?”
 
Constantine could also extend an olive branch. But he was sure as hell going to fuck with the other first. Fair was fair.