Kildeer Rest john my beloved

Ulf didn't know it was possible but the frown on his features deepened. Usually, the presence of Alarian would soothe his nerves and perhaps he would have forgiven everything if the smell of the stranger wasn't still present on the Governor. A fatal stab to his already bubbling emotions.

His good eye glanced over to the gold-kissed male. He so badly wanted to feel fondness but it was hard. A huff escaped him. Stink. He spoke the single word sharply. Almost aggressively he aimed to brush himself into Alarian's side. Ulf instinctually wanted to mask the scent of the stranger with his own scent. As if that might make what he had seen less real.