Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

there was submission. on all sides. even as the dark shadow of oryx appeared to shelter grayson, he knew on all ends he had the upper hand. he kept his gaze on calloon, even as lilah gave him some story. he hardly listened, his tail raised in an arc to demand her to hush, paired with a low growl. she had said enough the last few days, he was sick of her voice. she had no right to be so outward. 

calloon was submissive, grayson had no further qualms with him. he looked straight to oryx, giving her a nod of appreciation. women would stick by one another, and he appreciated that-- if anything -- about their gender. "please, oryx, take her to her den. i need you to watch over her for the rest of her heat, do not let any males near her," he said firmly, but not sternly, his pale gaze softer upon her than the other two, "keep her safe."