Sun Mote Copse Emotion sickness.

Pippin was never a scrupulous fellow—any details he took in with suspicion to true meaning was something he kept to himself, not usually pushing his opinions on others or his doubts.

There was something about some ‘rando’ being too rough with Towhee that completely rankled him. Was it that she was boning others? He never considered himself the jealous type—and they were certainly not exclusive.

But the thought of someone else inflicting that kind of damage to her was what did it, and for a stolen moment, the agouti Ostrega was back upon the willowed heights in Marauder’s Keep, watching a black wolf pup doing… something to his mother. The memories were convoluted now. But the flash of ivory teeth and his fury with the need to protect her was what stood out the most, and the golden renegade allowed a loose growl to seep past his lips before he stole toward her, the possession in his stride spurned only from the fact another had thought to claim and hurt her.

As rough as his movement was, it was a sudden gentleness that he nipped at her hindquarters, gaze finally pulling from the injury and studying her intently and quietly as he reared, pulling her hips closer to him. Nestling her against him, as if he could protect her from what had already occurred.