Grouse Thicket [m] fear the lioness, paint her face black and golden

soto glances to his side. the woman he laid with is up, curious — her gaze resting on the domestic. 

the fur along his spine rifles. 

he stalks forward stiff legged, head low in hyaenid menace. the domestic comes closer and this is not tolerable to soto despite the she-wolf’s intrigue. 

he lunges for flank, teeth aiming to send a message his body had failed to convey.