if you were gay, that'd be okay!

Oh. It was a much thornier thicket than she'd expected. Theory's gaze softened as Corvus' explanation went on. There wouldn't be an easy way out of this. "You're not to blame," she said quickly - almost too quickly, a quick salve without any strength to try and stop his hurting. "It sounds like something is very, very wrong. Like he might be touched by something - some kind of madness," Theo said, her voice troubled. She'd heard of troubling manias running in families but had never encountered it directly. Part of her wished she knew more, then they could prepare somehow. But madness was by nature unpredictable. There was no telling what would come next. "I wish we could do more. Probably best not to provoke him. I - I'm at a loss. What do we do without jeopardizing our relative safety? Sending scouts would likely provoke him. I refuse to put you in harm's way if he attacked you once. I don't do this lightly, but Corvus, as your alpha I am asking that you stay away from him. I also ask as your friend," she paused and dipped her head briefly, touching his shoulder with her nose. "But first as your leader." She rarely, if ever, enforced any kind of supreme authority over her pack members' direct relationships, but Abaven couldn't risk it. And she couldn't risk Corvus. "Please. For me, for Abaven, for Twig. And help me through this - where do we go from here?"