Berkr turned on the male, teeth bared, a growl in his throat. “Think Berkr no know, Vurhg has the sleeps over my Candy-ass?! Berkr knowed!”
“Vurhg no know what Berkr talks about.” Vurhg gave a sniff. It was all very well practiced but total bullshit. It was also way off topic.
“Can we get back to Dace rushing off to the wilds of woollydom to play Journey Back to Earth?!” I growled out.
“No make my Purr-roo ‘set. She has babies,” Kehl snarled at the pair.
Vurhg’s snarl dropped immediately. “Your Purr-roo has babies? Canny know?” Vurhg asked curiously.
“She does,” I muttered.
Vurhg let out a knowing grunt. “Canny want Purr-roo fam’ly ‘gether. Canny have bad fam’ly, not goot to Canny. Say Purr-roo goot. ‘Serve all mates.”
“Not Vurhg. Vurhg bad. Vurhg Sued-snee,” Berkr sneered.
“Vurhg no want be Purr-roo male no mores,” Vurhg muttered his way.
“Want my Candy-ass,” Berkr accused.
“Last I checked, she’s not your anything. You’re awfully possessive of someone you were openly pretending didn’t exist,” I pointed out.
Instead of turning his wrath on me, Berkr launched himself at Vurhg with a snarl.
Kehl had me scooped up and out of the way, snarling at the pair to take it elsewhere, before the first slash of claws.
Fingers wrapped tightly around Vurhg’s throat, Berkr shook him like a ragdoll, snarling between shakes, “No ‘serve. She no want. No have. MINE!”
Every beast surrounding them seemed content to let them duke it out.
Well, I wasn’t.
Grabbing the nearest thing closest to me as Kehl set me back on my feet, I rushed up behind Berkr with the large outdoor cooking wok and bopped him over the head with it.
Berkr let out a grunting noise and then slithered down atop Vurhg, his grip suddenly limp.
“No one help Vurhg?” Vurhg choked out between gasps for air. “Leave to Kehl’ Purr-roo save Vurhg?”
“Sorry, Suzy, I was saving him from himself more than anything.” And from Dace’s wrath later, if there was anything going on between her and Vurhg. The fact they both knew what color her toes were painted spoke volumes. She was coldeasily and rarely seen without something on her feet. I got the impression they knew her well enough alright. Enough to be fighting over her like Elm and Cy had me.
“No thanks lots,” Vurhg grumbled.
“Do you know where they’re going?” I grumbled.
“Why ask Sued-zee,” Vurhg muttered as he rolled Berkr’s prone form off of him and stood. “Why think Vurhg know any the thing.”
“You know something,” I surmised. I didn’t know how I knew that I knew he knew but I did.
Vurhg sent a scowl my way that sent Kehl snarling at him but otherwise ignored my comment.
“What know?” Celuk rumbled.
Vurhg squirmed in place and his gaze dropped to his feet, but shockingly the easily intimidated male didn’t budge.
Studying him, I surmised. “She made you pinky promise and then told you that if you go back on it your junk will turn funny colors and fall off, didn’t she?” It was a known, running inside giggle amongst the women here that their mates believed that nonsense.
“Canny promedthis beed safe,” Vurhg grumbled churlishly. “Canny promedthis with pinkies too.”
“I thought it only worked on males,” I muttered. I phrased it in a way that was sort of a question as much as a statement. So, not quite a lie.
