Hideaway Strath The only thing that's on my mind

She dipped closer to the ground - something he'd not seen her do since she'd first joined them.
In Kynareth's presence.
His teeth pressed together, watching. She was alluring and beautiful.
He stepped closer, head dipping his scarred crown slightly as she drew in his scent.
Her tail twitching where it pressed low.

"Has he..Kynareth...?"
His gaze cast over Arlette, emphasising his suggestion that the brindle male had sought her at the first whiff of the scent before Derg did.
If the answer was yes...he'd surely shake with rage at what he had done. But his scent wasn't there, clingi ng to her like a warm jacket. But that didn't mean much...she was moving like she did around him back then. Low and very conscious of herself.

But if she confirmed no, like he wanted so desperately to hear...the agouti male would likely shake in a different way. Derg couldn't help the slight smile touching his lips at the thought despite his question.