Fox's Glade chances

Grimsley's advance obviously made Bhediya uncomfortable, which raised the hairs along his spine. He felt a growl simmer unconsciously in his throat at the words the man offered and forced himself to stay calm, to be the bigger person. At least while she was here.

But her presence, it seemed, wouldn't last long, and he gave her a silent nod paired with a grimace. Pyg looked at her retreating figure for a short while, and then turned back to the remaining wolf. He would follow Bhediya, but at a distance, and taking a different way home.

She mustn't know the depths of his obsession.

Get tae fuck, ye dobber, Pygmalion remarked to Grimsley, eyes flashing with chocolate-hued heat. Aye? Without another word, he headed off into the grove, shoulders stiff and ears canted backward should the rival male attack him from behind.