Between you and me

He grinned at the little twitch of her nose, and could guess what she was feeling - Surprise that her scent was no longer her own. She was a part of the pack now, and part of the Armada would cling to her, proving that claim. Proving that she was his wolf. And the possessive Warlord wouldn’t let anyone forget it.

Friend? he blinked in surprise at the word, somehow caught off guard once again by the two-way street of the pack. He cared for and would always fight for these wolves. They were his, and he loved them. It still surprised him to hear they loved him back.

As she started to step away from him, her words telling him she knew that he had tricked her - letting her ever think it would be easy for her to leave this pack if her wardens came. “Cursed woman, shoo” he said, flapping a paw at her, but a genuine grin stuck his muzzle. She had helped him forget, for a moment, what he had lost.