Big Salmon Lake outlaw

lorcan surges forward, dark fur bristling, a snarl caught at the back of his throat. the moment marius twists to keep him in sight, lorcan shifts his weight, driving his shoulder against the pale man’s ribs. it’s less of a killing blow and more of a test—a rough, jarring impact to gauge what marius might do.

local or not, you talk too damn much, lorcan growls, his golden eye narrowed, teeth flashing in a white arc just shy of marius’s exposed neck. a wild current crackles in the air, that spark of adrenaline coursing between them.

c’mon, lorcan snarls, muscles bunched, pressing forward. let’s see if you’ve got some bite behind all that talk.

im ok with some light powerplay, fyi! let me know if you arent and we can avoid <3