Swiftcurrent Creek Men suffer more from imagining too little than too much.

She watched her go, scampering from the clearing and into the trees with her tail tucked. Only when Chusi was out of sight did Durnehviir sheathe her fangs and huff the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

The pregnant leader turned away, making to pace around her den-site with her ginger ears laced back and her tail flagged. Her pride bruised and feeling as though she'd falter as a leader for allowing this mating to occur, Durnehviir seethed to herself as she awaited her mate's return to discuss their latest drama.