The growl begins softly, but gains strength. Every shifter in the room shudders. You can almost see hackles rising. Stoney's voice is low, but carries through the sudden quiet.
*"Puits bien, regard quel cabot a le slunk dedans. Loup Garou n'ont aucun dominion ici. You are not welcome here, Jean-Marc. By the way, keep your filthy claws off my woman."
The crowd has parted, letting Stoney through. His hands settle on Alise's shoulders, the gentle strength giving her support. He keeps his gaze on Jean-Marc, but speaks to Alise.
"Alise, shall we to remove this... *chien... from your sight, oui?"
Watching Jean-Marc, Stoney leans down to kiss the top of Alise' head. His mind touches hers. Mon Chaton, I love you. What children we have, whatever happens will come of this love. Do not let him think you doubt my love. You know the recesses of my mind. I am open to you.
He glances down to wipe tears from her eyes, warming at the smile that breaks through the tears. With the others keeping an eye on Jean-Marc, Stoney tilts Alise' chin and kisses her gently, letting the depth of his love show. He feels Alise' mind caress his and he shares a thought with her.
This is going to piss him off, Chaton.
*Well well, look what cur has slunk in. Loup Garou have no dominion here.
*hound
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