Watching his mate limp triumphantly away from the obstacle course with water streams of blood flowing down her calf was a galling experience, made no easier when the medics who had been on hand in case of injury began tending to her. He wanted to be the one tending to her wounds; no, that wasn’t quite right. He never wanted her to be injured in the first place.
It galled him that they were in this predicament at all. But, the suppressant pills that he’d swallowed down earlier, which he always kept on him just in case, were doing their job - helping to curb his more impulsive possessive tendencies as well as dampen his scent. They were generally meant to suppress s****l urges, and you weren’t really supposed to take them otherwise since they could have some pretty nasty side effects, but D
