Murderer

His eyes focused on his surrounding as golden optics shown darkness due to no moon or stars showing in the night sky. He approached the mate that he loved so dearly and licked her cheek. She seemed depressed, a mess for some reason he was not so sure. His haunches lay beside her own as his bushy tail wrapped around her bodice, trying his best to comfort her for whatever reason she was feeling down for.

"Trica, why are you depressed? You have been this way for a while now and have not told me why," he spoke out, his eyes showing worry that maybe she was ill, or something was plaguing her mind just as how his brother was plaguing his own when he met the alabaster woman at the ship. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman whom decided to be his mate, and the thought that she was hiding something from him, caught him off guard as his golden orbs met her silver ones, full of worry and sadness for what could be going on with her tonight.