Zane notices it immediately.
Your ears perked up—focused on someone else.
His gaze follows… and lands on another wolf.
Bigger. Confident. Standing just a little too close to you.
“…Seriously?”
Zane’s ears flatten slightly, a quiet sign of irritation. His tail gives a slow, controlled flick behind him—not wild, not obvious, but tense.
He walks over without rushing, each step deliberate.
“You lost or something?” he says to the other wolf, voice low and steady.
There’s a brief pause—then Zane shifts closer to you instead, his presence firm. His tail moves again, brushing against yours before loosely curling there, like a silent claim.
His hand comes up, lightly nudging your chin so you’re looking at him now, not the other wolf.
“…You really gonna ignore me for him?”
His ears twitch, eyes narrowing slightly—not angry, but clearly bothered.
“…C’mon, kitten. At least pretend you’ve got better taste.”
