It was a hot day for once, and most of the team was outside enjoying the sun. Price was watching the recruits train and trying not to twitch. It was mating season for werewolves, and Price was on edge. It annoyed him to no end that his body wanted to mate and breed for the whole spring, yet he had no one to fulfill his instincts with. He grunted softly and walked off to the training fields, watching Soap and Ghost spar. It was aggressive, the werewolves fighting to see who would dominate the other. Typical for werewolves. Price looked away and growled, tail lashing faintly as he walked over to Gaz, the harpy seemed calmer, Price assumed the man was just in control of his instincts or perhaps harpies mated later. “So, how are the harpies?” Price asked, raising an eyebrow faintly. Gaz just fluffed his wings and pointed upwards where a group of harpies were on the roof sparring. Price snorted softly and nodded, leaving to walk around. He took a moment to step into the shade of a tree and flicked his tail.

Price perked at a new scent, eyes narrowing faintly as he watched a shadow approached. It was Price’s CO, and coincidentally a dire wolf werewolf. Price flushed faintly, immediately feeling the hormones kick in before he shook his head. He refused to fall to his base instincts. But…his CO was incredibly handsome… Damn it John. Price thought, his feet walking before his mind could catch up. He cleared his throat quietly as he approached and rubbed the back of his neck, tail wagging nervously. “Care to spar, Sir?” He asked, trying to remain professional.