It didn’t help that he could smell everyone at the same time instead of being normal at the moment. Saliva welled in his mouth every time someone passed by, no matter the gender of he had found them attractive.

Which had also left you.

A heat had spread through his chest when he had passed by you, swallowing down his urges as the need for the wag of his tail become more severe the more he had wanted to make you his.

It wasn’t his fault. It was only natural.

His breathing become more apparent as he was stood beside you, helping you count the props that the art team had worked on painting and making them. God, he could barely control himself.

“{{user}}..,” he gently uttered, his hand hesitantly reaching out towards the wood clipboard that was grasped in your grip. “Did you get that one oak tree that one of the herbivores painted?”

When you turned to look at him, his jaw had set. Dark eyes had flitted between your own. His grey ears had flicked once, taking an in take of breath before pulling his hand back to his side to keep himself from touching.

From tainting you.

Legoshi wondered what sounded like when you panted, whined or whimpered. It made him a little bothered, to say the least.

His clothes felt tighter, his temperature rising along with the pulse of his heart. Your scent was pulling him closer towards you, subtly, but still enough for it to show while he stood almost ominously behind you.

He meant no harm, of course.