💌 - double ls
lyall appreciates strength. he respects the grit of it in other wolves, and looks forward to the fight of proving he’s better. so it’s welcome-- the scent of another alpha close to his territory. even if it makes his teeth prick, his nails to curl into claws, and he stalks the other wolf downwind until he’s close enough to sight-- but it’s just lawrence.
the alpha isn’t a threat. lyall thinks if he used enough strength? lawrence would show his belly, and the thought pleases him-- that he can get another alpha to submit.
“do you know what you smell like?“
he jostles in close. clasps a hand to the back of lawrence’s neck, thumb digging into the vein to feel it pulse solid, slow and unthreatened.
“a bit like pine. but also bitter-- like day old prey.“
he likes it. lyall moves behind to press his chest against the other alpha’s back, and rests his chin on a shoulder. their beards scrape and catch, and lyall growls, pleased as he points out--
“but now you smell like me.”
