Deepwood Weald [m] iklignak

He'd been searching for the man's scent, but a new one overtook his senses. He didn't question his feet when they turned in another direction. His steps were mindless, his thoughts a swarming mess of guilt and desire.

So what? a voice at the back of his mind questioned. What's one more time? One more little mistake?

Another refuted it with claws and teeth, but this was a thing Satya had proved time and again that he would bleed for.

She was in his sights. He did not notice the bird yet, only hearing its words as a squawk. It was just her, alone, dancing —

Satya slunk, leaden, to be by her side. He was close when he caught sight of another male. The fur at his scruff bristled. He looked back at the woman, and at the man again, and made a calculated move. He frolicked toward the woman, body language friendly and subservient.

For now.