Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Alaric saw the coy grin amd the glint in her eyes. In most cases he'd have given her a saucy wink, but being that there were things unsaid. He chose to err on the side of caution this time.

Alaric wouldn't have been upset had she been nosy. He tried to make his den comfortable and cozy. A safe space. Because to him it was. Furs laid haphazardly about some  stretched in the back drying. Herbs pressed in fur like the won he wore about his throat, drying. Shells and small logs of crushed herbs and poultices. A musky, herby scent on top of his own scemt filled the space. Though he always had lavender in the corners.

Alaric listened. An ear tilted forward. A grave nod. This is a price you must be sure of before entering a polygamous relationship. There must be innate trust, and love. And the knowledge that though they may lay with others,  even care about others. You are the ones they return too. Some can do this. Some cannot. And firm boundaries must be in place. What you and your lovers expect. And what they will accept.

Alaric frowned and then scowled. That is where the anger burns brightest for me. No matter how a parent feels about the other. Their children should not suffer.

A nod. He was more enraptured by having a mate than children it sounds too me. But children are lovely little gems and shouldn't be shirked.