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The boy’s leash was on too tight, cutting his blood supply to very important parts of his body. Yeah, protecting the pack was one thing, what who was Heath? He was a lonely hybrid that needed a home and a friend. Each time the scrappy pups of this territory had fought him when he wanted to only take a sniff around. The deep growl was met with a close mouthed smile, Heath wondered if the other male knew what was coming. He wondered if his fought often, or if the queen always kept his leach this tight. The hair on along his back rose, warning him not to take another step and his chest bellowed with a low rumble. He wasn’t leaving, not without that escort. But Heath still wanted a little more then that. I didn’t think you would offer. Though Heath wanted to tell him to stop looking as his ass. He didn’t need anyone watching it.
The male was too close, at least for his comfort. But heath wanted this. He wanted to feel the other teeth against his skin, wanted that pain. He needed to feel alive when all the other emotions just made him like the walking dead. And in and instead and with no other warning then the bristled fur and the deep growl Heath moved towards the male. His voice spoke viciously and without words. Though it was easy to understand that he meant. Ears lay against his head and teeth shone bright against his black lips and the gloom of the day. A long clawed paw moved over the male’s neck, and teeth moving for his face. If the pup wanted to escort him out, he better do it now. Before Heath taught him how pleasant pain could be.