Hideaway Strath Whispers would deafen me now

He appreciates the kisses she gives him, but now he’s absorbed into this issue with the midnight she-wolf. He knows she’s rash and, personally, he likes how wild she is. However, he doesn’t like when she turns against her pack mates. If they deserve it, sure, but not poor, little Aerin. She definitely didn’t deserve anything Whrist gave to her. He has yet to learn their full story, but he will soon enough.

So he nods to her words then, but at the second half he shakes his head. “No, Whrist wouldn’t attack a pack mate if there’s an enemy to chew on. That’s not her style.” He hums. “I trust her when we’re against an enemy, but she does have a temper when there’s nothing for her to bite on for some time.” He can’t help but chuckle a bit at the last part. “It will get handled, darling, don’t stress yourself.” He purrs the words softly as he laps at her muzzle. He didn’t want her to stress too much, especially with the pups growing inside her.