Otatso Wetlands Break free and leave us in ruins

And Zane was absolutely, blissfully unaware of the shit storm about to rain down.

Ouch, that hurts,  he answered with a slight pout to the tone that was clearly disingenuous.  You absolutely sure?  Because I got no strings, you got no strings, and I feel like nature's just begging two fine pieces like us to take advantage of what we got.  Yeah?  He did stop where he was, but the look he gave her made it absolutely clear he was interested.  He'd never taken anything that wasn't given willingly, but weirdly, this was probably the one thing Zane was more than willing to work for.  He had an itch.

Too bad he was apparently not the only one.  Fucking.... the hell?  He cursed, under his breath, as two other dudes materialized out of seemingly nowhere.  He'd been so focused on Wylla he hadn't even thought to keep an eye on his six... or his ten... or honestly even his twelve.

Shit.  The fur along his back stood up. He didn't like to fight, but this chick had said she wasn't interested.  If a fight went down... and he was on her side of it... well?  Surely she could make him feel better afterwords, if ya get his drift.  *waggle*