Hideaway Strath The only thing that's on my mind

His ears flattened, knowing and expecting what was to come next.
Her fear, her need for approval overwhelmed her. That pain again, from everything surrounding her past.
Her last litter.

"Rusalka." He replied almost flatly. He'd find them, the sea witches. He'd carry Arlette on his back the entire way if he had to.
He bit his tongue though, wishing he hadn't said a thing. He didn't even know Simmik was pregnant, earning Arlette a look of 'What the fuck?'
But he stood his head as she stood, declaring she'd find Kynareth.
His instinct took over as his teeth softly snapped over her scruff. He let go instantly, his heart thundering with quiet panic. A single butterfly trapped in him, trying to find a way out.

"You're not going near him."
His voice gruff and curt as he hovered over her.
He dipped his head, turning away from her. Shame covered him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
He swallowed. Game over Derg. You big blundering idiot.