He paused, taken aback but her sudden and accusatory words. He blinked, and tried to work through what might have pissed her off so much.. Other than the obvious contestants. hurting her, telling Belle about them, and being locked out of the den - the last not actually being his fault.
Then she spoke again, and he realised with a soft groan, that he had never gotten the chance to tell her. That had been the same night he had fallen heavily asleep, and Zee had crept in to lie beside him. One thing after another… and of course he had missed his chance to explain the conversation between himself and Belle. His ears flattened to his skull, but his lips bared ever so subtly in agitation, keeping the expression from being submissive.
He took her stabbed paw in stride, feeling nothing from it. “Oh,” he said softly, now that he understood why she was so angry with him. “I’m sorry, Zee. it was the same night that.. It was..” he gestured helplessly to her neck before shoving himself through his reservations and spelling it out. “I came home to sleep off the worry after my talk with her, and then attacked you. And no they were not related. My sleep was too deep after sleepless nights.” he made a soft, exasperated noise. “I’ve told her from the start that her and I would never be.” he shook his head and lapsed into silence, frustrated and helpless from the onslaught of situations he had been shown of late.
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