Emberwood If text kisses were real kisses, the world would be an orgy

Open to any UG wolf!

Following Bhediya was fruitless, now. She had shown her true colors by helping Grayday's son. All Pygmalion could do now was wait for the sweet smell of her heat to come down upon the Emberwood, and stake his own claim in her heart. Woo her successfully and she may never think of the man again.

But everything would have to go just right. And nothing at all had gone right for Pygmalion, lately.

He prowled the border a little anxiously, half-looking for intruders, half-looking for traitors from the inside. Besides Lolita, no one here could be truly trusted. God, imagine if Sunny had come home with them—he'd have to kill the boy.

Ha! No, not kill. But certainly a stern talking to. Keep your cock to yourself, lad. . . Pyg chuckled softly at the thought, rolling his eyes. 

Best to pour his energy into Uaine Gorsedd, and wait for the heat.