Spotted Eagle Mountain And life will always be la vie en rose

He tensed when she came closer. This whole meeting reminded him of what things had been like as a prisoner, one who was repeatedly cast out into the wild and hunted until he was caught, again and again. A toy, for sick wolves that hunted wolves for sport. So when she moved closer and closer, the conscious part of his mind retreated, leaving behind only wild animal, though his body did not move. 

He froze when she touched him, pushing her head between his muzzle and his legs, where he'd plucked the fur from his skin. He gritted his teeth together. She was too close to his neck. Too close to his throat. And she was not his wife. 

He jerked back, and stumbled as he put space between them. Her quiet whine did not move him to gentle, she stayed back, a frightened colt with the whites of his eyes showing. He was not angered, but deeply unnerved. "You need to stay safe. Stay with Mereo, they'll...Protect you." He said. He stepped back. "I...Need to go. If they come back...If the hunters come this way...I need for you to tell me." He said. "Okay?"

After all, he had promised himself to protect Fennec and Killdeer- and he still would. But he would also need to protect Teya, now, and their future together.