Kintla Flatlands [m] so please don't take me for no fool

If anyone else had followed, they would have been met with teeth long before the border scent faded behind them. But he recognizes the sound of Kratos's gait, the quiet strength of his presence, so he allows it. As they get further from Neverwinter Forest, he finds comfort in it. Enough that by the time his mate breaks the silence, he feels calm enough to answer. I... can't deal with kids, He admits after a moment, slowing to a stop and turning to look at Kratos. It brings back bad memories. He starts to say more about it, then stops and looks away for a moment, irritation rising in him again. And Mal — that kid looked like him. There have been other people in heat around, too, I've smelled it. What if more new people show up with spotted little gremlins?