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

His nostrils flare, alarm bells ringing high at the longer Zephyr tries to get to the point—but it all makes sense, clicks together, and Kratos thought he’d been pissed about the girl… it’d been easier to accept since he didn’t have to stare at her face every day. Mal is different. Mal is his superior in terms of pack pecking order.
His fur rises, ruffled and spiker than usual.
He learns what heartbreak feels like for a second time, as he stares at Zephyr. His lips ripple, as he tries to seal his emotions. But he can’t hide the hurt in his watery eyes.
Kratos had been glossed over—hell, maybe he hadn’t even been a thought on Zephyr’s mind the way he’d been when he first smelt the scent.
He barks a weak, watery laugh under his breath.