The whines of his offspring were beginning to piss him off. On top of that the butterflies were muttering and mumbling, and the male wanted nothing more to do with them, any of them. Not Ayasha, not the pups, not Anathema. He had found himself wandering further south than he usually dared, given that he had been warned off of the southern lands.
A scent came to him, a distantly familiar scent of sun warmed fur, of a woman curled into a ball at the base of a tree, of her stretching and smiling invitingly, her blue eyes full of heat for him. Yet with that scent was entwined another less enchanting scent. His lifting mood soured again. Taliesin. He sneered, walking towards the scent anyway, his mood lifting slowly again.
The little mutts came to his attention first, and he halted. What the hell? This was not the enchanting woman he'd met once before, his first sexual conquest. This was an older version of the one he'd laid with. Still...the memories of that day had him stirring. He'd play nice, to see if she would send the little ones away, to see if she'd play with him.
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