Blacktail Deer Plateau Discretion of the Mind · PACK MEET

LOL. Atticus right now:

He had heard his Queen's howl and was quick to respond. Galloping across the russet grasses and past naked trees that clawed at the grey sky, Atticus's heart soared at the prospect of seeing his Alphess again. There was a mystique to the enigmatic female that captivated him, and he couldn't help the little flutter he felt in his heart, the squirrelly tickle of anticipation that danced in his belly as her alluring scent grew stronger in the air.

He slowed his pace as he neared, a grin playing wide upon his face, ready to crack some tasteless joke in the hopes of making her laugh. But, as that bitch Lady Luck would have it, he arrived in time to hear his brother suggestively purring things to her, to see them practically humping one another. The flower of exhilaration and affection that had bloomed so brilliantly within him now withered and blackened as a dark, dismal miasma of jealousy swept through him and clenched his heart. Peregrine had mentioned that he was courting Hawkeye, sure, but "we're courting" and "we're already a fucking item" were two very different things. He had thought he might have a chance. He stood staring and silent, feeling rather awkward, wondering if he'd been mistaken in his interpretation of Hawkeye's howl.