Nova Peak Pärry

Not only isn’t she alone, she says a word which makes him go very still. An urge immediately rises within him, compelling Vermouth to challenge this unseen “husband” and claim this incredible kvit woman for his own when he inevitably wins that fight. She’s worth it, he knows, but his jaw clenches as he tamps down on the impulse.

Sexism isn’t one of his isms. That makes him think of Sobeille, an errant thought which he brushes aside at the same moment Vixen’s muzzle presses against his shoulder. He looks at her, his formerly hazy gaze sharp on her smeared features. Vermouth frowns lightly, though it’s not really directed at her.

He opens his mouth to tell Ayovi they must go. It will be difficult to walk away, after seeking her for so long, yet she belongs to someone else. Machismo aside, they’ve entered a covenant he shouldn’t try to break, even if he thinks he could. And there must be other kvit she-wolves out there…

Ayovi offers them food and fellowship. Vermouth shakes his head, though the motion only lasts all of two seconds before he stills. He wonders if she has any sisters, the thought eliciting an impolite snort. Realizing his faux pas, he shoots her a beseeching glance.

“I apologize, I just had a very silly thought,” he explains. “I wish we could stay but we…” His eyes flick to Vixen as he prepares to finish his sentence. “We’ve already eaten and, furthermore, we’re on a mission.” But his yellow suddenly smolder as he turns them back upon Ayovi instead. “Unless there’s any chance I can steal you away from this husband of yours,” he croons, “we should really be on our way.”