Whitefish River And that's all you need to know

God, she was warm. Warm and pleasant, and smelled of green things, the latter of which reminded him -- with a twist of his stomach -- of Aure. But he kept all negative thoughts at bay and instead sank into her embrace, letting the tears fall freely. He was quiet for a few moments, taking in her words. . .which ended up just bringing him a newfound rage.

Yes, it's on them, Verx snarled, tail lashing behind him. He was sure she could feel the vibrations coursing through him, the twitching of eager muscles, desperate to take vengeance. I'm gonna find them and kill them, mark my words. But I wouldn't have to do that if we hadn't been out on our own.

Still, he curled closer to the healer, feeling the oddest of sensations -- oh, no. Not now, you dumbass. Well, grief typically did bring the horndog out in him. Then again, what didn't? He shifted awkwardly, curling his tail closer to his haunches.

You have kids? he asked, in a vain attempt to shift the focus away from his impending arousal. Goddamn it.