Swiftcurrent Creek he said he had himself a dark-haired daughter, with long green eyes

aria did not come.

thorn heard a wolf approach — and from the heavy tread alone, knew it was not the vixen he sought. the steps were assured, not that aria’s hadn’t been — and the wind shared with him the news that the beast that approached shared the same scent as the scents that reinforced the current’s claim.

thorn drew his brutish head from cover, and with an indolent slouch met the man that boldly claimed aria’s gift. he measured constantine with the barest of glances, his expression wry - for he had never had to turn down a man before.

there was a first time for everything, right? surely constantine would understand he wasn’t exactly thorn’s type.. he preferred way less action under the hood, personally.

well this is awkward. the male announced, feeling his tail prick in a slight curve above his hocks. didn’t take you to be a fairy, but sorry chief - i don’t swing for the other team. that’s for the pretty white thing in the creek.

he delivered his most winsome smile - which in truth was really more of a stupid grin.