Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

Her ear flicked, and she turned her head to look to Sulukinak in surprise. Simbelmyne had no idea how skilled the woman was at remaining concealed, otherwise she might not have been startled to see her emerge. Her tail waved, for a moment- grateful that the Sulukinak could now come forward and proclaim her own intentions. 

The emotions among the men made her wary. The man who had looked at her so ravenously earlier now beamed, gloating in pride. She could see it in the glint of his eyes, the curl in the corner of his lips as he spoke again. 

She felt dismayed that Sulukinak seemed keen to join him, but the sensation disappeared in a wisp when Chakliux explained further. 

Here she was- a new bride to the man she had had to practically beg to marry her- only to find out that this stranger, who couldn’t even speak directly to Dutch, suspected that he wanted Sulukinak as his second wife. 

Was her love so stale already? Was her beauty truly so easily forgotten? She tried to figure out how this stranger might suspect Dutch’s intentions and with growing horror, realized that she whatever had caused him to think such a thing, it was not brand new.

How long had Sulukinak been around, now? Simbelmyne saw her so infrequently but…She recalled the way they had smelled of one another when she had joined the pack. She recalled a look in Sulukinak’s eyes that only ever presented itself when she looked at Dutch. It wasn’t something she would have considered to be adoration, but…At least she seemed interested in him where she seemed so impartial about everyone else.

Dutch denied the accusation. Simbelmyne tried to fret as silently as possible, keeping her breath smothered and quiet. 

She tried not to look at the secretive woman, for fear her true emotions might convey just how unwelcome the woman now was, if she vied at all for Dutch’s attention.