Redhawk Caldera Betting on the bull in the heather

The other male ceased chasing Niamh, and Phox pulled up alongside her. His rightful place, earned and kept. It was no easy task to have gotten Niamh by his side, and he was damned if he'd ever let anybody get between them. Placated, at least for now, he took a second longer to look over the stranger. There was something familiar about him, but Phox could not quite place it. Too much time had passed on top of his head injury for him to recognize his older brother.

This is Redhawk Caldera. I am Phox, and this is Niamh. She is mine, and I am hers. If the stranger had come seeking the warmth of her body, he could fuck right off. If, however, he had more noble intentions, Phox would hear him out.