home inspection

Uh huh, a lost baby. Sure. And she just happened to be in the area. Tyrian lifted his head to look around and make sure none of the sheep or goats had come over to investigate the racket. If they were smart - and he seriously doubted it - they would have recognized the sound meant murder and run for the hills. "I think you're lying to me." He peeked back down at her. "I think you came here to steal my goats." He didn't actually think she'd come here for that, but he couldn't discount it as a possibility. Why else would she have turned up on his border and called to his livestock without saying a word to the herders or to him?

"Oh, I'm sure of it, my dear." His tone was still casual. Now that he was invested in this charade he didn't know where to stop. Did he wait for tears and/or piss? Technically, he mused wryly to himself, he was the alpha; he could stop where he damn well pleased. "Saw you run in with my own eyes. Are you telling me my eyes lied? Bullshit!" As though considering what to do next, he hummed and then said, "No, the only real question left is what to do with you." Tyrian peeked down at her again. "What do you value more: your freedom or your nose?"