WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENT!
"What's a mating bite?" Hayden asks into the darkness, head resting on Virgil's chest.
Virgil stiffens at this, eyes flying open, he noticed that Hayden had been distracted all evening, was this what had been bothering him?"
Virgil gently rubs his scalp with the arm thrown under him. "It's a thing that Werewolves do."
Hayden hums at this, he knew what it was, at least if all the fiction he had consumed when he went through a Werewolf phase was accurate.
He couldn't believe he hadn't thought much about it, well he probably should have but it felt weird bringing it up to his friends and he didn't hang around the Pack House to get that kind of information.
But Dream had asked him earlier today why he doesn't have one yet and now he can't stop thinking about it.
"Oh," Hayden mutters, face falling. "You didn't give me one because I'm not a Werewolf?" He asks innocently.
