Swiftcurrent Creek when i first met tom mccannon, i was working in the mines

The wolf mooned over Aria from afar—Constantine’s sudden appearance seeming to stop the more youthful wolf from mingling any closer. The crooning note of longing Thorn released caused Constantine’s brows to shoot upward more, watching the flick of their visitor’s tail as he finally parted from their view.

Before he could comment, the pale dove whirled upon him, fury blazing in her eyes as she cast a withering stare at him, causing his own fiery eyes to harden in turn. “I came to see what the hell was happening at my borders.” He snorted, pulling away from her proximity, his pace like that of a panther. “So don’t blame me for scaring off your delicate little boyfriend.”