Nova Peak back to the old house

he seems to not give her explanation any further thought, instead allowing himself to be swamped by what plagued his mind. he felt things closing in, around him. ayovi, the cunt; the spiteful thing, she was no doubt now filling her husband's ear with lies.
and they would descend upon him at some point. what would happen, he didn't know. lorcan cares not to think about it, now, when sila comes closer. seeking to part his dark fur with flowers she had plucked, and he reluctantly allows it, eyes aglow upon her.
his head turning so that now a scarred face looks upon her. ayovi came to me and accused me of infidelity. he says to her. she has been so patient as to endure his broodings, so she deserved to know why. or perhaps lorcan merely needed to vent his grievances.
fucking cunt, he grits his teeth and exhales a firm breath through flaring nostrils, i didn't touch that rogue. i chased her. he says. and because she was in heat i'm a cheater?
an audible tsk. tch. lorcan grinds a paw upon the dirt. lucky she's pregnant. i'm a bad man, lorcan grunts, but there's no justifying killing a pregnant woman. much as she deserves it. deserves it: for putting her nose where it did not belong. for minding his marriage, when she needed to mind her own. another scoff.
lorcan's face scrunching into agitation as flowers are threaded upon him.