A giant black wolf ran among the trees of the nearby forest under the moonlight that night. He climbed up a steep cliff and howled to his heart's content at the shining moon above his head.
Ronan smirked in his heart.
'Happy now?' he nudged Beowulf.
'Happier', Beowulf pointed out. 'It took you too long a time to convince Lucien. Look at how great you two were!'
Ronan scoffed. 'Great? He only agreed to have sex with me because he was having his rut as well. Have you not seen the way he kicked me when I mounted him just now?'
Beowulf was clearly in denial. 'He is just shy! And probably sore from the first round. You should be more sensible.'
'... B, he is not a woman. I have had virgins who were more than happy to let me in the second time.'
'I don't want to talk about your whores. Let's talk about Lucien instead.'
Ronan rolled with his eyes. Beowulf had even started to refer to the women he slept with as "whores".
