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He wanted to snap at Kynareth.
Spit at his paws and tell him to fuck off. For talking to Arlette that way and disrespecting him.
He didn't need chastising.
He opened his mouth, ready to push himself up again to snarl in that man's face.

But there was Arlette.
I'm so sorry.
He let Kynareth turn away. No, he wouldn't be right to start a fight with the man. He was pissed at Ursus more than anything. Besides, if he felt that strongly how can he say that when he wandered alone on his ventures. And let other pack members do the same.
Why should the Overseer be any different?
"Don't be sorry," he smiled softly to her. Her eyes full of worry and concern. It wasn't her fault in the slightest. He should have realised that she was going going. Leaving Easthollow for what seemed like good.

Dove's soft voice raked fingers through his fur.
He didn't even know she was there.
"Then surely we'd never meet," he smirked.
Not flirting, but what would Arlette think? In truth, that thought didn't cross Derg's mind. Only his authors.
"That nightshade, so called blackbird, did this," he mused, shifting his weight so Dove and Arlette could assess him better. "Do I need to move somewhere else?" Still, he lay a few feet from the Heart.