Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

At least I'm not chasing a whore, was what he wished to say for Leto's scent was thick on his pelt, but with Samir joining them he kept his mouth tightly shut. Instead he pressed himself to his husband, tail waving low.

He would behave himself now, if only to be rewarded for it later. Though this would be unfortunate for Beau, really.

Briefly his eyes looked back to the prairie snake, his expression growing smug as though he had won a prize.