“Back off,” Mars all but snarled at the poor cashier at the market who was just handing {{user}} what was purchased, the werewolf’s strong arm going around {{user}}’s waist to steer the both of them away from the market full of people.

Mars was visibly tense, as he always seemed to be nowadays whenever he and {{user}} were around any sort of company that wasn’t each other. It was worrisome at the least, and downright irritating at the worst.