searching for a pulse

He gave a small boyish chuckle that betrayed his usually wise and calm demeanor at the male’s compliment. “Thank you.” He said almost bashfully. Tyranis had never explored the boundaries of his sexual affiliation, he had been far too preoccupied with his ambitions for starting and ruling his own pack. Aranea had been an easy compromise as someone who was infatuated with him and loyal. Or at least…he thought she had been loyal. His expression grew momentarily forlorn at the thought and he attempted to shake the memory from him by shaking out his fur but had completely disregarded how close the male was to him, or how much mud had gotten on his fur. He stopped and looked at Kai, horrified at what he had done while his fur stood out from his body, frazzled and pulled together in sharp clumps. “Sorry!” He barked, his ears pulling back with shame. Idiot, now he’s going to leave! He scolded himself.

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