The Heartwood I miss the rough sex, leaves me a mess

He took note of her words and digested them. He was about to answer, when he stayed his tongue. He was not in charge of merely himself. He thought briefly of Atka and Khasni. They would need to be spoken with. And the she wolf Heph, a message would need to be sent to her, so she could find Atka.

And it was with such a thought that his true responsibility crashed upon him and tightened his throat like a vice, rope along the lines of his neck. He took a deep breath and blew it out.

I will speak with the others. Do you have room for three more possibly four? And do you accept mated pairs?

He thought of him and Atka, they were a package deal and some packs would not like lovers in their ranks, due to the fact that children could be born. Not that he was thinking that far ahead. But he now realized he must.