A taste for blood

If it hadn’t been for the howl Spider was sure he would have never found Shiloh. He ran to him, tail waving in the air as he approached the larger male and brushed against him lovingly. “D-d-d-do y-y-you t-t-think a-a-anyone w-w-will come?” He asked, his ears pinning back in case he had spoken out of turn. As much as he feared Shiloh and what he was capable of he wanted to believe that the male was every bit the conqueror he said he was and that he would be protected and safe.

He hoped that the scent of the male he had crossed paths with had faded although he couldn’t say so with any certainty. Some part of him wondered just what Shiloh would do if he discovered that he’d had-what he considered- a very intimate brush with another male, that someone other than him had caressed the dappled male’s silky fur and held his body comfortingly. He wondered if he would be jealous, he was afraid that Shiloh would hurt him and just as afraid that he would hunt Alarik down and rip him to shreds. A more hopeful part of his mind wondered if he would passionately seal his claim on the smaller male, and at that Toad’s voice growled the word “Faggot” in his mind.

Spider speaking
  Echo Speaking  Toad's voice