Dahozhoni Meadow (M) Twice told tales.

her pique brought the anger full force within him, and it was with much effort that he restrained himself from snapping at her hindquarters—in a peeved, not aroused, way.

i don't want you, surya spat, eyes blazing. you're the worst of them all—how dare you—?

surya spun and cast off her scent, tail thrashing in his wake.

he would be a father. but he would not be a father to bastards, no matter the circumstances.