Good Times

“Git. Oot!” He snapped before another ripping snarl tore through his chest. Feli had trained him specifically for the purpose of fighting off anyone who crossed into their territory and while he was eager to put his lessons to use he knew better than to waste his energy and risk injury unnecessarily. The man seemed compliant enough to go on his own, but his dominant stance never wavered. He stepped forward with another growl to start the male on his path out of the orchard, ready to strike if the male suddenly changed his mind or if his apparently harmless demeanor suddenly dropped to something more vicious. While there may have been a point where he would have hesitated to use force, perhaps even back down entirely if he were met with one of the gigantic wolves that seemed so common in this land, that option had evaporated from his life entirely the second Mara gave birth.

This is him talking This is him thinking This is you