Blackfoot Forest [m] only devils left

tvar watched the fool go with a snarl upon his face, nearly permanent from just how furious he was.

the audacity. and then, the fear. the fear of another man laying with towhee. of intercepting what the two of them had. whatever it was... maybe nothing more than her season, but tvar chose to believe otherwise. the fates had to have strung them together. to put tvar in the right place, at the right time -- twice, now.

he offers cole nothing more than a flick of his ear, a lingering glance of intensity. "keep an eye on your woman,", cole had said. and so tvar intended to.

when towhee beckons him closer, he comes. like an obedient dog, head lowered, chuffing lowly to the woman. eyeballing the water that glistens upon her dark pelt, and when he reaches her, he presses his cold nose into her fur. feathering tender kisses down her flank with his teeth and mouth, a desiring grumble unearthed in his throat.

he will tend to her.