Deepwood Weald [m] iklignak

If he hadn't been wary of frightening the woman, he would've growled at the other man or made some other territorial display. As it was, he felt it best to pretend the other man didn't exist.

He was so sick of other men.

The woman bowed, and Satya bowed back, dancing back and then forward again to not-so-subtly place himself between the woman and the stranger. It felt unnatural to turn his back on an unfamiliar wolf, but he had eyes only for the woman. He yapped a happy but somehow pleading note, ready to give chase at a moment's notice. For now, he crawled forward with his nostrils flaring, reaching daringly to press his nose to her paws, her cheek — whatever was closest.