Fox's Glade In Restless Dreams, I walked Alone

arric rounded on him. lestan was horrified. "she isn't my woman!" he exclaimed in a hiss, ears pinning back. "she is —" but he did not finish the sentence before akavir was addressing them both in his usual hardline manner.
there was no arguing with the logic. he did not like how arric had referred to reverie — sharing! what!
and so he sat stiffly beside the quiet woman before rising once and looking to akavir.
the dark mayfair trotted off for a cache.
sharing! he thought of jakoul, round with child, and his cheeks immolated. suppose that was how she had gotten! sharing indeed!