Ira was crouched down in the dried grasses as she peered down the slope at the small herd of buffalo that was lingering below. Oh how much fun would it be to run screaming down the hill and send them scattering. A wicked grin spread across her lips at the thought. She probably would have done it too if it wasn't for the fact that she caught a wolf's scent from somewhere behind her and heard the subtle sound of paws moving across the combination of dried grass and the light layer of snow. She sniffed at the scent curiously, her breath forming a little cloud of mist around her nose in the chilly winter air. Did her nose deceive her? It certainly wasn't Mercy, there was some male's scent heavier on the breeze, but he certainly smelled like Mercy had been all kinds of over him. Her golden gaze lit up with interest while memories from the chance encounter she had with the white woman flickered through her head. Well! Maybe this man could point her in the right direction! She certainly wouldn't mind seeing Mercy again. Abandoning the buffalo for the time being, she turned and trotted back up the crest of the hill, spotting the dark gray shape of a man moving across the knolls fairly easily. His coloring certainly didn't help him out any against this snowy background. Not to mention the fact that he looked even bigger than Mercy and Mercy had felt giant compared to herself. Ira grinned and took off at a trot toward him, her tail swaying with each step. "You hooo!" she cooed as she caught up with him, padding up behind him and then coming around to face him once she got his attention and he stopped. "Well hello there, tall dark and handsome," she said with a giggle, batting her eyelashes at him teasingly. He wasn't her main objective here, but if he smelled this strongly of Mercy then he was probably a lot of fun to be with too. "Talk" "You" Think

Gethin padded slowly across the knolls as he made his way out to see about hunting down something to eat, but an unfamiliar voice made him stop. His brow lifted with a mix of confusion and curiosity. Who the hell was calling him like that? He looked back over his shoulder, his gaze landing on the smaller pale woman that seemed to be chasing him down like it was her personal mission. It really took some balls for such a small woman to just run up to him like this as far as he was concerned. His ruby gaze followed her as she came around to stand in front of him. He didn't say anything yet, just watching her for the time being. He lifted a brow at her again when she greeted him with a compliment. This was certainly a first. He couldn't remember a time when a woman was tracking him down instead of the other way around. "Hello," he replied simply, his deep voice a quiet rumble. Honestly, he was half tempted to just keep walking, but she had herself planted pretty firmly in his path. ".... Can I help you?" "Talk" "You" Think

He seemed pretty confused by her, but that was pretty understandable. She did just kind of appear with no explanation or reason. Even still, his deadpan look and response made her grin fall. Jeez, not even a flirting glance or anything? She frowned and looked him up and down before she leaned forward a bit so she could sniff at him again. She thought maybe she had been wrong and that he hadn't actually been around Mercy at all, but no, her scent was definitely all over him like green on a tree. Perhaps that was a bad analogy for this time of year, but either way he had definitely been with her recently. And it definitely didn't seem like the kind of all over that could mean they were just friends. She huffed and fell down onto her haunches as she eyed him for a moment. "Man, you must be real good at sex if Mercy keeps you around. From what I see it's not your winning personality." She giggled again, her grin returning. "But if you could point me toward that bitch I'd be ever so grateful," she cooed as she hopped back up onto her paws and padded toward him to nuzzle into his massive chest and rub her side against him like a cat. "Pleeeeeeease?" "Talk" "You" Think

Well it didn't seem that he had given her the reaction she wanted. She looked quite displeased with him even though he couldn't figure out why. He had no idea who she even was, why was she upset at his reaction? He leaned away from her when she edged forward to sniff at him. What the hell? He was just one more weird thing away from just pushing her aside and chalking it up to a random run in with a crazy. That was until she mentioned Mercy. His eyes locked on her again then, suddenly more interested in figuring her out. If he had been anyone else he probably would have been offended by her comment about Mercy only sticking around for the sex, but he honestly didn't care and this stranger certainly didn't hold much sway over him. That crazy grin of hers reappeared right as she was requesting that he tell her where Mercy was, his head pulling back and brows pulling together as she suddenly started rubbing herself against his chest. He took a step back to get her off of him, but now he was too curious to know how she knew Mercy to just leave. "How do you know her?" he asked simply, even though he had an inkling of an idea how. He couldn't see Mercy fighting a woman like this, not when she gave him a run for his money the one time they had fought out on the battlefield. This woman would be like fighting a mouse for Mercy. He waited for this strange pale woman to answer him before he let his thoughts wander anywhere else. "Talk" "You" Think

She shot him a frown when he backed away from her, giving him an irritated pout when she turned back to face him. He was such a stick in the mud! The Mercy she had met was sooooo much more fun than this. She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe that he was a little more fun once you got to know him, but this was just sad. She rolled her eyes at his question, but her sly grin returned all of the same as she answered. "From having sex with her... duh." She sighed with a flick of her tail and tipped her head to the side so she could look past his shoulder in the direction he had come from. "And, you know, her just like seeing Rava come out and she was cool with it and it was just a whole thing. Great night. Took me a little bit to heal up those bites, but totally worth it." She had no perception of what his expression was saying at this point. She was too focused on the path behind him. "Is she this way? I bet she is, isn't she?" she asked, her grin widening. She had to be right? If how fresh Mercy's scent on him was any indication she bet that he just left her a little bit ago. She giggled wildly and hopped onto her paws, bouncing up to him to reach up and kiss his cheek, cooing, "Thank you, darling, you've been a great help." She tried to trot past him then, flicking his foreleg with her tail as she passed him. "Talk" "You" Think

He blinked with surprise and shock both at the woman's answer and how blunt she was with her words. Well, that was one way to get an answer he supposed. She couldn't just leave it there though, she went on and added even more details, making his ears flick. Who was Rava? On that note, who was she? He hadn't even gotten this woman's name after all of this somehow. There was no mistaking that she did actually tangle with Mercy though with how she described their... night. While he was still reeling from this new information she was already moving on, apparently figuring out where Mercy might be from his trail. He sputtered as he watched her hop up and plant a kiss on his cheek before going trotting off the way he had came from. "Hey, wait a second!" he finally managed to get past his lips. He reached down and caught the end of her tail between his teeth as it flicked against his leg. He held it just tight enough to get her to stop unless she wanted his teeth to cut into her tail. He didn't know what he was stopping her for really, but he didn't want her storming after Mercy either. "Talk" "You" Think

Ira's ears perked at his voice when he told her to wait and then a moment later she felt his teeth on her tail. A flashback to her night with Mercy flashed through her head and she stopped in her tracks. A shudder traveled down her spine and a slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. When she looked back at him over her shoulder her expression had changed, her eyes holding a dark, half-lidded look to them as she gave him a grin that was a bit too wide. "Your little woman did that too, ya know," she purred as she slowly turned back toward him. Her shoulders rolled with each step and her hips swayed as she came back to stand nose to nose with him, having to tip her head up to look him in the eye. "She grabbed me by the tail right before she flipped me onto my back 'cause she was just too impatient and had to have me." A wild giggle past her lips just as she snapped her teeth together a hair's width away from his nose. "Does that bother you? Don't like knowing your little woman was off rolling in the grass with a woman?" "Talk" "You" Think

He could see the shudder as it made her body tremble lightly, making confusion color his face once again. When she turned back toward him it was like a whole different woman was there. He blinked and dropped her tail, turning his body to face her once again as she came toward him. Suddenly her expression, her tone, her movements were all so much darker and more provocative. Her words just poked at some insecure part of him that he had hidden away deep down somewhere and the more she said the more angry he became. His hackles bristled and a low, warning growl rumbled in his chest. Her teeth snapped in front of his nose and the beginnings of a snarl tugged at his lips. Ira was just fanning the flames at this point. She knew what she was doing. What he couldn't understand was why he was letting some insignificant little bitch get to him like this. Her last statement was all it took to set him off though. A snarl ripped through him and he lunged forward with his jaws open. With her head tipped up to look at him he was able to grab her by the throat and use his weight to throw her onto ground, sending her onto her back with a heavy thud. All his muscles were tenses and his hackles were spiked up along his back while her wild, cackling laugh filled his ears. "Talk" "You" Think

Okay, she had to admit that she had been watching a little bit.

Mercy had been strolling after Gethin, intent on keeping up when she saw Ira strolling through the knolls. It peaked her interest, and she just had to sit back and enjoy the show. Thankfully she was downwind of them, ducking down and flattening herself against the rise of one of the hills. Her head was resting on the crest so she could peek at them, but thankfully the snow from last night made her mostly hidden. Well, besides her black markings and purple eyes. Okay so maybe she sucked at hiding but still! Her tail swished behind her as she watched the interaction, eyes darting between the two as Ira lashed him with comments on her. A smirk touched her lips, that would sure piss of Gethin. There was no doubt that he was possessive of her, but Mercy wasn't the faithful type, she never had been. The gray man knew this, and had yet to really bring it up. Besides, she didn't find herself changing any time soon, it was an addiction of hers, a hunger that never seemed to be sated.

It was only when things got heated that Mercy pulled herself to her paws, watching with wide eyes as the male grabbed Ira by the tail. She spun around, snapping her teeth. That is when the pale woman saw it, the spark that had been ignited in her faithful bodyguard. In an instant he had her on the ground, but the gray marked woman just laughed in his face. A thrill made her fur stand on end as she strolled casually down the knoll, her elongated tail swinging behind her as she spread around the scent of her heat. Oops, was she still in heat? Naughty little Mercy. This whole ordeal should make her mad, or afraid for Ira, but all it was doing was turning her on. Trotting up to Gethin, she pressed herself against his side and nipped at his throat, tsking softly. "Now now, Gethin, is that any way to treat a guest?" she asked in a honey sweet voice, raising her head to gaze fondly at the man before her eyes flickered to Ira. "Always a pleasure to see you, dear, but what a shame that you can be so easily overpowered, mm?" Her salmon tongue flicked out to run across her teeth as if she was tasting her own teasing words, a darker smirk on her lips. Oh yes, this would be fun indeed. Two tasty little snacks for her.

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Oooooh she was really striking a nerve, wasn't she? She could see it in written all over his face from the snarl of his lips to the bristling of his hackles. She fed off it like someone finding water after wandering through a desert. His anger and his frustration was so delicious that she just couldn't resist poking his buttons and pushing him farther and farther. All of the sudden she felt his jaws around her throat and he picked her up by the neck just to slam her down onto her back. The air wooshed out of her lungs for a moment and she felt his fangs digging into her skin, but this was everything she could have wanted. She gasped air back into her lungs and let that air out again in a high-pitched, delighted cackle. His jaws tightened around her throat, his teeth pulling beads of blood to the surface of her skin, but she just couldn't help but laugh at it all. She stopped though when she heard someone else walking up to them, her golden gaze turning to look out of the corner of her eye at Mercy's figure standing above her at this man's side. Oh but there was something else there, wasn't it? The scent of Mercy's heat filled her nose and that wicked grin appeared on her muzzle. Oh this was delicious! It wasn't until Mercy tsked at him that the large gray man finally eased up on his hold around her throat. Her throat was stained with a little blood now, but she didn't care. She giggled at Mercy's teasing, her tail brushing against the ground as it wagged. "I told your little toy here about what we did together. I think he might have gotten a little upset about it!" She giggled wildly again as she rolled back onto her paws, shaking her fur free of any grass or snow that might have stuck to her coat. Her daring glare flicked toward the man as she came over to Mercy and nuzzled into her neck under her chin, "All I wanted was for him to tell me where you were and he just wouldn't do it! So rude of him." Her words were a smooth purr, but her gaze just dared the man to do something about it. "Talk" "You" Think

He smelled Mercy's scent long before he felt her side against his and her teeth nipping his neck. He resisted letting go of the woman's neck until Mercy scolded him for it. Of course she was happy to see the little bitch. Reluctantly Gethin let go of the white and gray woman's neck, seeing the blood he left behind. He felt no remorse for it, especially not as he watched her grin and giggle at Mercy. He knew this woman was only half to blame for all of this, considering Mercy was here speaking so sweetly to her. It was a little harder for him to hold any real anger toward Mercy though. He had known that she was never going to be completely faithful going into this. It had been something she had made clear from the beginning. He just never really expected to come face to face with it. A snarling growl ripped from his throat as soon as Ira's head nuzzled in under Mercy's neck, his claws digging into the dirt to keep from lunging at their "guest" again. His ruby red gaze flicked to Mercy before he looked away from them both, his tail lashing behind him. He was honestly surprising himself with how truly possessive he was over Mercy. If it had been anyone else, if it had been before he really grew attached to her, he would have been thrilled to have two women just available to him like this. Now it just infuriated him. "Talk" "You" Think

Her ears flickered a bit when Ira called Gethin her 'toy', glaring slightly at the energetic dame. He wasn't her toy, in the way that he was used. She let it slide for now though, her gaze flickering up to Gethin. Aww, what's the matter? He didn't like having two woman throwing themselves all over him? A wicked grin took over her features as her tail stirred behind her, purposefully spreading around the scent of her heat. Ira nuzzled into her neck, sending jolts of electricity down her spine. She let out a pleased growl, leaning down to nibble at the woman's ear. It would seem that Gethin was still not into it, making Mercy huff. Fine, he didn't want to play along? She would just have to enjoy Ira all by herself then.

The pale woman turned her back on the male completely, standing so that her rump was pointed in his general direction. She turned her full attention to the smaller woman, a low growl vibrating in her throat as she dipped her head down to nibble along her jawline. Here was this perfect little wolf being a good girl and Gethin didn't even want to play. Her elongated tail flicked behind her, that grin still spread across her inky lips. Peeking at the man of the hour, she rose a black marked brow at him before turning back to her little snack. Mercy's tongue rolled out of her mouth as she ran it across Ira's forehead, a low grade moan leaving her lips. She would drive Gethin up the wall until he cracked, or just walked away. Oh well, more Ira for her then.

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She didn't miss the glare that Mercy gave her when she called Gethin her toy, but Ira didn't really care. If anything it just made her smirk get even more devious. She was feeding off of Gethin's irritation at her, his glares and growls. He was oh so deliciously possessive. The pleased growl that Mercy gave her sent a small shiver from the top of her spine down to the top of her tail. Not only did Gethin hate her moving in on his woman, but Mercy was encouraging her. Oh this was all so interesting and entertaining. She watched as Mercy turned her back on Gethin, her tail flicking to obviously tease the gray man. Mercy could tease him all she wated as long as she still kept getting all this attention. A soft, pleased growl left her as Mercy nibbled on her jaw and her ears flicked forward to drink in the larger woman's moan. This was so fucking delicious. Ira chuckled and tipped her muzzle up to lightly bite along the edge of Mercy's jaw, remembering how the woman liked things a little more rough. She didn't quite break the skin with her teasing, but it was certainly enough to give a pretty serious pinch. She glanced over Mercy's shoulder at the man, a sly grin crossing her muzzle. "I think you might have gotten someone's attention," she whispered against Mercy's cheek while she pressed her nose into Mercy's fur and breathed in her intoxicating scent. "Talk" "You" Think

His ear flicked at the sound of Mercy's growls while he forced himself to keep his eyes off of them. He could have just walked away, and he probably would have, but Mercy's moan made his gaze slide over to her, watching her from the corner of his eye. His tail flicked behind him, but his eyes couldn't leave the pair of them while the smaller woman returned some of Mercy's teasing. The scent of Mercy's heat certainly wasn't doing him any favors either, making him frustrated in a whole different kind of way. He fought with himself for a moment, but as much as he hated it he knew he couldn't resist her. He'd never been able to, what made him think he could start now? His ruby gaze lingered on Ira for a moment, but his main attention and focus was on Mercy as always. A low growl sounded in his chest as he gave in and turned toward Mercy's rump, breathing in her scent while he brought his muzzle to her hip and caught her skin between his teeth. Did Ira understand how Mercy liked to play? If she didn't she'd find out soon. Gethin parted his jaws and wrapped his teeth around the curve of his vicious beauty's flank, biting down into her skin with a sharp growl. He tasted her blood on his tongue and a rumble of a moan left him. He bit down a tad harder just to deepen those small lacerations he was leaving across her skin before he finally let go so he could run his tongue over the wound to lap up the light stain of blood. His eyes flicked up, meeting Ira's for a moment. His gaze narrowed into a glare as he looked at her. He still didn't like this, but he knew that he would do anything that Mercy wanted. He could talk a big talk, but Mercy had him wrapped around her paw. "Talk" "You" Think

Mercy couldn't help but grin at everything, she had both wolves twisted tightly around her paw. The power only spurred her on, a growl rumbling in her throat. She felt reckless and wild, more so than she usually did. Without hesitation she bit down a bit harder on the woman, pinching her delicate skin tightly between her teeth. Rubbing them together she kept working on her left cheek until tiny beads of blood pooled to the surface. Licking them up fast, her head turned slightly as she got a nice bite of her own. The woman's nails bit into the knoll as she grumbled at Ira, not wanting this moment to end. However, she mentioned that someone was finally paying attention, her purple eyes slanting to the man she cared for so much. A wicked grin took over her features as he walked over to her, obviously unhappy that he couldn't resist her. Well of course not, who could say no to all of this? Her head tipped upwards as a loud laugh cracked across the heated area, a gleeful wild sound that stirred up the birds in a nearby tree. Oh this was too fucking perfect.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Gethin's teeth dug deep into her flesh. Mercy's eyes popped open wide as her jaws parted in a silent moan of pleasure, her entire body shuddering at the feeling. She began to pant, head tossing to meet the ruby red gaze of the man behind her. Oh so that's how he wanted to play, huh? Obviously more than riled up, Mercy was ready for some action. But there was more she wanted; games. She quickly untangled herself from both wolves before she took a few sauntering steps away from them, her long tail flicking behind her the whole time. And then without warning she took off, dashing down the hill at break-neck speed. A crazed laugh left her lips as she headed right for the herd of buffalo, her teeth snapping at their heels. They seemed to pick up on the insane woman's vibes, it was enough to unsettle them and made them start to run. Yipping with delight she bob and weaved around them with practice, she knew that the others would probably have a hard time keeping up. But that was the fun of it, it was a race. Who would win her little game this time?

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