Fox's Glade In Restless Dreams, I walked Alone

There was a lot to unpack within a few short moments—no sooner had they laid the poor girl down to the ground as gently as possible, did Lestan whirl upon Arric, causing Akavir’s eyes to sharply lift upon them. There was a brief stint—something about dancing, and Arric huffed something more about Lestan not sharing, as if Reverie was a favored toy.

Later, perhaps, the Mayfair would find a hint of amusement at the antics played out by the two, but for now, his snarl was sharp and loud, aiming to garner swift attention as his eyes remained glowering upon them both. When he felt he might have gathered some attention, he continued; “Perhaps, when you’re both done comparing who has the biggest dick, we can look after the unconscious girl, yeah?” A snarl again—a storm cloud of darkened features present upon his facade. “She’ll need food when she wakes—I’d bet she fainted from hunger. So let’s look in to the caches, and see how we can make our guest feel at home, hm?”