Falls of the Hinterlands I tried to write your name in the rain

She’s absolutely pissed. He can definitely tell. Honestly, one would have to be brain dead not to be able to tell the sun kissed she wolf is shaking with all type of emotion in the moment. He doesn’t like it when she’s mad at him. Their relationship has been so pleasant and carefree. That’s how he likes it, but it just seems he’s an expert at pissing women off. It’s a gift he doesn’t want but he’s the only one to blame. 

So when she moves away from him, his ears shift back. Not in anger, irritation, or anything malicious, but guilt. He keeps following her of course, close enough to touch, but not doing so due to her obvious physical suggestion not to. 

He doesn’t say anything as she mumbles about him being married, but the second he mentions his ‘fuck up’ he knows he used the wrong words. But that is a misunderstanding. His first fuck up that made Simmik change the ‘you can fuck whoever you want’ rule was Whrist, not Teya. When he’d taken Whrist in the middle of her heat — thatis when the punishment hit.

So he stutters out a breath to try and explain to her, but her voice beats him to the punch. Am I the most recent? She says and his eyes never stray from hers and he legitimately feels bad when he sees the tears brimming in her eyes. Why would she be crying…over him?

“No, no, Teya, you’re misunderstanding-“ He tries to get out, but she’s not having it.

Teya whips around and meets him with her hackles raised. For a moment he thinks she’s going to strike at him. It wouldn’t be his first or last time being beat up by a woman — his face is evidence of that.

You tell wife she do not need to worry now. This is over.

At that a slight panic makes his heart skip a beat. What’s over? This… thing between them or the alliance? He realizes that he doesn’t want either to end. But Kyn knows those feelings for the first option are wrong, oh so horribly wrong, he doesn’t stop himself though. So he stands there in mild shock, brows furrowed in slight confusion but his expression is not one of anger, but concern and perplexity. 

The Grandmaster is rooted in spot as she continues on by confirming what he feared. She’s keeping the alliance, but that means that the other thing is over. He doesn’t want it to be over though and he knows that’s not the right answer. So as she starts rushing off again, he stands there. His muscles twitch with the desire to follow… and he does. He doesn’t even hesitate as he trots up to move softly in front of her.

“Teya, listen to me.” He asks softly. 

Whether she indulges him or walks off, he’d continue. If she walks off, he’d follow. “This,” he emphasizes between them. “is not the ‘fuck up’.” He admits. It’s the reason for his most recent fight with Simmik, but it wasn’t Teya who forced Simmik to put him in chains. 

“The ‘fuck up’ was when I got with another pack member when she was is heat.” He explains. “Before then, even when Simmik and I got together officially, she allowed me to do as I pleased with others.” He hopes she catches his drift. “She didn’t care that I was with her because I allow her to do the same if she so pleases. She only cared that I was with her when she was in heat.” 

So hoping he explained enough to at least make her understand the interesting relationship between the Saint and his wife, he stands there and looks at her hopefully. Maybe not all is lost.