Swiftcurrent Creek sweeper

He should have felt slightly victorious in this moment—a perfect catch he could flaunt to Arric’s mate, earning him bonus points with her and maybe some good old fashioned jealousy from his bestie… But his eyes swept over her once more—a poignant bow of her head and what he realized now wasn’t just a lisp—she might have bit her tongue?

“You’re bleeding,” he huffed—slightly annoyed that he cared. He shouldn’t.

A soft sigh elicited from him, his muzzle dipping down to scoop up the rabbit to his jaws. Humor glinted in his eyes—though he remained silent as he stalked toward her, closing the distance.

When closer, he would drop the rabbit—giving a nudge to it, an offering. “Tell you what—don’t tell my Beta I just gave you his mate’s meal and you can have it. I’ll find her another one.” He could already hear Arric chewing him out—not because Arlette needed the rabbit, but because he would know it was all just because there was a pretty girl in front of him.

It wasn't like he had offered Ancelin a rabbit.