Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Hands 'round my neck, heavenly unfold

The coywolf hadn't had surprise heat on his bingo card for the year. Not for himself, certainly, but not for Reverie either. He was torn on what he ought to do about the situation, if anything — but when Reverie's scent veered into Swiftcurrent Creek, he had to put his foot down.

If she came home smelling like that guy again, he just didn't know what he was going to do.

Dusty Rose followed doggedly in her footsteps and found her at a den. Her old one? He didn't know, but at least she was alone.

"Whatcha doing?" he called down to her, planting his ass near the entrance.