Bearclaw Valley Friday Night I Crashed Your Party

ancelin only had the capacity for the same sort of pair produced by new snow and augur every year. the lurking genetics of his mate not withstanding, however, ancelin was filled with anticipation of the future.
"it's a nice place," he mumbled, though what his muscles bones hair follicles and marrow were shouting was mine. the borders were dusted with he and ameline by now, enforcing this latent aggression and dominance now presenting itself. she had tasted leadership and he had always been in the background. now she held her own and he for the first time had been thrust into a leading role by default.
the presence of children did not help this knifing sensation of possessiveness, pups small enough to need their feeding.
his eyes were warm on her.