Emberwood do i do

She might as well have struck him; the words had that effect. His eyes widened, then narrowed once more, dark slits against a face gone pale as could be. He squared his shoulders and brought himself to his full height, a great deal taller than his mate.

He looked down upon her with a look of mingled outrage and contempt. Ye've never had a real man and it shows, Pyg muttered, his voice suddenly low again. Come yer heat, ye'll never think of Grayday nor anyone else again. I'll make sure of it.

He held this position for a few heartbeats after he'd finished speaking, then turned, tail thrashing. Instead of retreating into the Emberwood, he headed out again, unable to do anything but rage and stew.