Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

don't act like you would be surprised that grayson would show up. :/

this was his territory, these were his wolves. he had claim over everything and everyone here... at least, in his mind. when the warm scent of heat grazed past his nose, he was furious. it was so early in the season, and he hadn't made a single pair yet. wolves had not been married, and so there would be no loose morals. none. 

he hunted down the scent, spotting lilah, of all wolves. had he expected it? no. but after their last interaction, it only made sense that she was going about swinging her tail. never mind that it was a natural process of life and that lilah couldn't just make it happen. no, she was a whore, and grayson pinned this on her as such. he spotted a pale male, one that he had scented in the area before but never met officially. if harrison had accepted him, he had no idea, but he himself had not given his subjective stamp of approval. 

his hackles rose, teeth bared, snarling. his white gaze flashed upon both wolves and he moved towards calloon. he was not here to take lilah, it was not his place to have a bastard litter with a wolf like her. but it wasn't anyone else's right either. "she's in heat," she growled, teeth clicking as he approached, "back down."