Too Much To Think

  “A keen protect mysel’ joos fine lass.” He said, his body still crouched, his lips curling back further as she stupidly drifted closer to him. “Ye on th’ other paw…” He abused the element of surprise as much as he could, lunging at her with a tearing snarl, his jaws closing around her throat, shoulder driving into her chest, knocking her off her feet and onto her back, issuing a loud crunch from the pebbles beneath her. He pulled back to look down at her, one paw placed firmly on his chest, his ears pulled back to the point that they were barely visible, his lip raised in a snarl, almost daring her to try something. Steam billowed from his parted jaws as if he was a great dragon ready to vomit fire and burn her alive.

He leaned close, ready to taunt her further, and then snapped back, his eyes wide as he finally realized she was in heat. Suddenly it all made sense; her foul mood, her apparent desire to fight, the protectiveness of something that by all rights shouldn’t have mattered, all of it. He raised a rear paw, ready to step away before he made matters worse than he already had. He had started to berate himself internally for insulting a woman who was undoubtedly hormonal and for not noticing the blaring warning signs sooner

This is him talking This is him thinking This is you