M-Slaves to our Instincts
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He sniffed around the den, finding she wasn’t there. Although he scent suggested she hadn’t been gone long. His eyes scanned around the dimly lit rooms, finding their bedding thrown all over the place. Now what in the hell was wrong. He stood for a moment, his mind racing a moment was she still upset, what was wrong with her. His mind couldn’t process it, if X’y was in heat she should have been acting a lot different. She should have been pawning over him, at least he supposed, with his limited knowledge of it all. The one’s he had observed seemed to act in this fashion but her mood swings where getting worrisome.

His paws carried him back out into the sun light, getting ready to howl for her. But Saluce found her standing there, he would have smiled but her look was one he didn’t care to see scaring her face. The behemoth didn’t shift, he doubted he’d have the ability if he tried in the state he was in. His paws moved and he planted his rear end in the dirt, looking up at her expectantly, already expecting some type of scolding that he didn’t deserve.

“What’s up with you?” he asked gruffly, no pleasant hello, no hello honey, just addressing the look he was receiving.


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