Arrow Lake idk, my brain is broken

Stag sat in wait, eyes turned to the darkly stirring shadows in the den. Monarch’s face broke from the darkness, her eyes alight in interest. 

Rather smugly, Stag hoarded the front of the den to himself by slumping directly in her path. Laid across the den’s exit lengthwise, it was hard to go past him — especially since he directed a series of frisky nips at Monarch’s legs as she came close. Nope.. Stag denied, a cheeky grin settling on his lips very much like the :3c face.