Walk of Shame

Aryn grumbled and hid her face into his shoulder and Eligos carefully didn't sigh, though he wanted to. "I'm afraid it is. We've come a long way to get you home." Frankly, he was tired, he'd gotten nothing out of the gathering of interest before he'd left, and he could only hope that his young cousin hadn't moved on from almost impregnating Aryn to actually impregnating another random female. Aryn hadn't been the only female to be sporting eau de heat like a banner over their head saying 'please fuck me' and he'd spent a great deal of the trip here worrying about whether there were more bastard Abraxas offspring running around he needed to worry about. At the rate they were cropping up he'd be tripping over them every time he left the pack lands.

His eyes immediately cut to Torin as the other alpha approached, and he shifted his weight, unconsciously moving to keep himself somewhat between Torin and Aryn, keeping himself facing the other alpha. Which was silly, because Torin was Aryn's alpha and had every right to her, and also wasn't going to hurt her anyway because well Lirim, and also also Eligos didn't actually care about the girl so why was he making the effort to protect her from something that surely was more a threat to him than to her. He made himself stop, and returned Torin's glance with a bland, expressionless one of his own. "She says she's not here," came out of his mouth unbidden, in the driest of tones. Well, that didn't happen often.