Fox's Glade Impulse

but val didn’t presume. this wolfthing, whatever she was, had been specific when she’d gone through the exhaustively short list of men in ursus’ roster. this riposte hung on the tip of his tongue, silenced by his goodwill towards those in ursus.

val’s brow furrowed. by sinking to her stomach, bernadette signaled her place in the order of ursus as below his: still, it did nothing to quiet the flicker of annoyance he felt to hear his person castigated.

he was not mollified in the slightest by bernadette’s artifice.

ash was able to direct val easily, given his bewildered state and his general reluctance to remain in bernadette’s company. with a snort towards the bush-wolf, val wordlessly followed after ash under the good-faith assumption she needed his assistance. never in a million years would he have assumed it was for the thing that manifested between his legs.