Otter Creek Shine & Shade

Just as he had investigated her, she had an interest to do the same.

With no intention to stop her, Khaba stood unmoving as she searched him. There may have even been a hint of a coy grin, but he wouldn't let her see it.

Things were going well, or so he thought. 

But when another shape soon came into view, his hard gaze snapped sideways, teeth clenching tight.

Sunspots. The omega. They wanted to come close too, to observe. But this was not the omega's right. Perhaps it would have been for a subordinate — but considering the fact that the alpha had found the female first, none should have dared approach.

However, this one seemed quite bold, assuming he had such entitlement. But whether Sunspots knew it or not, he did not.

Looming sideways, the dark male snapped his teeth, barely missing their muzzle. Then, a second time, he lunged, aiming to grasp the throat within his teeth like he'd done upon their first interaction. But unlike last time, Khaba had no intention to spare the drawing of blood. He would have it, regardless of whether the omega complied or not.