Aug 23, 2018
the growl erupts from his throat, lips pulled back and fangs bared and he curls tighter around the baby. he’s been there for the past half an hour, shifted in the middle of hunter’s moon, infant only a few months old covered by his tail as she gurgles at the crowd. pup snaps at a hand that gets a little too close, teeth barely scraping flesh before the other withdraws with a yelp. she’s his pup now. he wont let anyone take her from him.