Redsand Canyon Blood on a Marble Wall

He sees her usually hardened features soften, it doesn’t last long when he mentions his past lover. Her ears press flat to her skull and he can see the jealousy that swirls through her eyes and rushing in her veins. She approaches fast and hard, pressing against him. She noses aggressively at his neck, inhaling his scent while also rubbing hers all over him. She’s scenting him, trying to possess him. An attempt to keep others away from him and he knows it. Though that doesn’t mean he dislikes it. The vicious jealousy the she-wolf displays turns him into a beast himself. He likes it — the way she desires him. How pissed off she gets when she smells other wolves on him. It enthralls him further into the trap the is Nemisis.

In retaliation he dips his head low, voice near her ear when he speaks of the pups, eyes continuously on her. Then as she finally says her last words he snickers, a rumbling noise that reverberates through his chest. “And I’m happy to have you, Nemisis. We’ll cull the weak from this land and run down our enemies. Or die trying.”