Silver Creek Butterflies fly away

the women left, leaving grayson feeling thankful for oryx's obedience and level head. he would seek her out later to thank her properly. 

why lilah was painting him to be such a terrible man had nothing to do with his actions and everything to do with her emotions. regardless of how he treated her in the past... this was how it should be handled. heat should not be dealt with freely. it caused accidents. and grayson did not want to have to dispose of accidents, it would only cause more problems. lilah would be kept safe among other women until her heat was done. maybe, when she was paired, she would go into heat again. maybe not. maybe she would wait another year. either way, grayson handled this as any leader should. 


before him, lay a submissive, pitiful display by a small, pitiful man. grayson might've spit on him... had he done something wrong. but no, he knew his place. and grayson had shown up late, so for all he knew this man too was trying to protect lilah. it seemed the man could not speak, he uttered something that grayson could not make sense of, but assumed it was a name. he did not try to decipher it just yet.

"stand," he commanded, voice not so harsh as it was before.  and when the man did (presumably) grayson addressed him now calmer than before. "my name is grayson odolf, this is rosings," he introduced with a flick of his dark ear, "lilah is in heat, and she is filled with hormones and emotions. it is not safe for her to be in the open this week, that is why i had oryx take her someplace safe." he added then, with a raise of his chin. "she is fond of you, have you met her before?"