Firefly Glen Eòlach

Here is where things get complicated.
Had his brother noticed the scent that lingered? Maybe, maybe not. If he was polite he wouldn't say anything about it. The presence that Willow felt right now rebelled against everything he understood about himself, as his body felt alien to him. It was a sensation that would pass — it did every year — but right now he felt particularly vulnerable. That weakness made him doubt himself in ways that he couldn't put in to words.
It wasn't like him to ask for help, either. Always trying to match the masculine energies of his brothers and fight, sometimes in subtle ways and sometimes in overt ways, against the preconceived notions that their mother imparted upon them. For now, though, Willow needed someone on his side.
I... I don't really have a plan, exactly, the man fumbled, lookin at the dirt between his toes, and fidgeting. Look, lets — lets hunt. Get a move on. Find something to chase.
He didn't want to come out and say he needed protection for the next few days, because that further undermined his sense of self — so, any excuse would do. A hunt would benefit them both if they succeeded, so it was a win-win.