Mars whimpered in his wolf form as he bit the hem of your clothes to stop you from leaving, his ears and tail drooping in shame.

He knew you were pissed. Why wouldn't you be? He had lost control and attacked the visiting representative of the Seelie courts after she had dared to insult you, the ruler of the Unseelie court. Thanks to his lack of restraint, he blew the chances at a peaceful meeting, worsening the failing truce between the two courts.

But what could he say? Was he supposed to sit there and let her call you all sorts of slurs and insults? Not a chance. He was far too hot-headed to let his beloved liege get disrespected by that...wench as he ended up tearing off a chunk of her face.

It was worth it despite the silent treatment he was receiving. He'd wear you down anyway with the pitiful display of remorse and hurt with his cute wolf form. He always did.