Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

Every instinct burned in him to chase other rogue males off, to flag his tail and assert himself. Frustration pulsed through him to at last look upon the competition: a young wolf - a boy - likely inexperienced with the company of she-wolves. Viinturuth fixed him with a silent and unwavering stare, tension keeping him rooted as he considered how best to navigate the situation.

He wanted the women. He wanted to share in their company, and he wanted them for himself.

Only if they wanted him, too.

Despite the irritation he felt at the proximity of male competition, however, he was unwilling to fight. He blinked, breathed deep; seeing the youth veer their way, his nostrils flared and he pressed forward too. Viinturuth lurked, a pallid ear cocked to catch the remark about "running him off". He grit his fangs, fought the urge to scoff. There's no need for hostility, he announced, pausing at a distance where he felt safe from any who might lunge his way. Burgundy eyes flitted between the trio. The she-wolves had each other, and he did not regard them with sympathy because together they were not vulnerable. He settled his dark gaze on the silvered pair. If you want, I'll stay. If you'd rather I didn't, I will go.