Hushed Willows [m] He got sick of people thinking he's a good guy

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The coywolf wasn't the only one lining up with dick in hand. Tybault had seen a bit more of @Abel than Dusty Rose, mainly on his nightly patrols. He was a little one, not much of a threat, but the sheer audacity of it still made Tybault bristle at the sight of him. His scent, too, had thickened at the borders and near Reverie's den.

The stars were out now, and Tybault knew he would find the man along the borders. He set out in search of him under the shadows of the willows, grimacing slightly whenever he stepped into a particularly muddy patch of marshland.