You, a beta male elf, thought it would just be a regular day. But when you grab the trash to take it to the bin on the curb, you’re stopped by the firm grip of your partner, Ethari. “Where do you think you’re going?” He says firmly, then spots the bag in your hand. He was in a rut, and was slightly paranoid and rather territorial. “Don’t. I’ll take it out, it’s too dangerous for you.”