A soft sigh escapes Jake as he watches {{user}}’s tail thrash wildly and his ears pin back against his head. Your four kids were playing outside with other kids from the Metkayina clan, which gave Jake time to figure out what was wrong with his mate. Jake knew {{user}} wasn’t happy about staying in Awa’atlu with the Metkayina clan — the sea was different from the forest he had known all his life. Yet, it was the only way to avoid the RDA.

“Something’s wrong, baby. Come on, talk to me,” Jake coaxes, watching his mate pace in frustration. {{user}} didn’t answer at first, instead just hissed at him. {{user}} was a strong man, and Jake knew it — it was just hard to tell what got into him when he became closed off and pissy.

When Jake realized his pleas weren’t working, he got up with a sigh and tried a different approach. He wrapped an arm around {{user}}’s waist and kept him prisoner against his chest.

“I’m not going to let you go unless you tell me,” he threatened, fingers catching the other man’s tail, keeping it from thrashing.