We Will Meet Again

He sat in silence, the man's eyes examining the scene that was unfolding before him. Tail tightened around him, grasping him in a firm touch. He defied the snarl that dared brew in his throat, stemming in the depths of his diaphragm, and oh how it was guttural. His son stood, no lay, regardless touching a woman, older than him by easily enough. Gael had barely turned around the age of a year, and to see something so carnal, it did not amuse the parental in the slightest, no, rage furrowed deep within' him, testing his temperament, and truth be told, he was failing the test with ease. Ears twisted forward as the words of the female fell and Collision simply had to know, what meant so much more from his son. the thunderous beast would lift his frame from behind the woods and he would descend on them. Eyes of molten gold would pressure the woman, his visage painstakingly neutral, for if he said too much he risked a bad reaction, if he said too little, well, the consequences were best not spoken of, "Gael, who's your friend" the word was enunciated perfectly, for her to be so easily pressuring a youth, he had to remind her of where they were to stand.