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"You will be made to regret that," he promised under his breath as he padded past her. He intended to come good on that promise in very short order. They approached the camp to a quiet thumping sound. Oliver was knelt beside her caravan. He turned and stood to face them, wiping sweat from his...

Fingal turned his head back to the centre of the camp at Victor's call. He had so much to discuss with Feyre and so little time. He didn't want to tear her from her people at a whim, but he wanted her all to himself. "To connect with me no matter how far apart we are. To speak into my mind. I...

He met her gaze. His eyes might have changed shape, but his irises were exactly the same. "It is my fault that you do not understand. I did not want to steal you away. I will explain. "Things may settle in your caravan. People may change." Certain people might change very rapidly as they...

"No. I am sorry that I left you in pain." His head dipped. Sighing had never been easy in this form and he expressed his feeling of regret in a different way. "Zachary's frustration is only matched by his stupidity. He does not see that you have your own strong will. He feels powerless...

They didn't go far before Fingal took a few bounds ahead and turned to face her. They were too close to risk changing back. H e was quite accustomed to silence, spending most of his travelling time alone. Staying mute whilst they had so much to discuss had been fair more difficult. "I am...

Fingal was perfectly content to take his time chewing down some meat. He wasn't pretending to be a hound with some kind of illusion, he was a hound. He was supposed to be bound to a pack and even though he was happy on his own, there was a peaceful kind of feeling that came with being part of a...

Fingal closed his mouth as Oliver approached. He didn't look mangy, nor badly fed. He had to play the part. He idly wondered if he could still find a way to give Zach a bite while maintaining the visage. He played up to a nervous disposition, sniffing towards Oliver's hand. He kept his tail...

Fingal could feel the change in her. They had been bound tightly together. Over time they would have learned to stretch that connection. To make it strong, but flexible. Instead it had been pulled at far too soon. Now it was frayed, but being together soothed that ache. He glanced from side...

Fingal gave a sharp nod of his head. "Oh and don't let anyone put an iron chain on me," he added quickly. He trusted her not to reveal his name. He didn't trust her people not to tie a stray dog. Then it was the time for silence. In time she would come to learn to communicate using their...

Fingal leaned back. He brought his hand to his chin and rubbed at his white beard. "Finn will be better than biscuit," he agreed with a smile. "But do not say my true name by accident in front of your people." Old travelling troupes like hers tended to believe in old tales. Some of those...

Fingal tilted his head into the kiss. It wasn't a fierce thing, not a gesture of fiery passion. Something between a moan and a sigh rose from the back of his throat as she kissed him. It was a reunion. It might have been foolish to bind her to him. It wasn't something he did lightly. She...

"You were never meant to in the first place," Fingal replied. "I am sorry for that." He leaned into Anais. For a few seconds he simply breathed in her scent. It was so familiar, so intrinsically tied to her when he was a hound. He took a degree of satisfaction in how readily she recognised him...

"Woof." "And, er, shut the door," went Fingal. He could bark properly if he wanted to, but it was the kind of sound that attracted attention. Fingal had borrowed the key to the storeroom across the street from the inn. He sat in front of shelved that filled half the room from floor to...

Even from this distance he could see that the separation had been worse for her. He immediately regretted not staying closer to the caravan to alleviate her pain. The willful creature that she was, she strode across the bridge and through the guard house. Zachary moved to follow, but it was...

Fingal held a slow anger close to his heart. Fae held grudges and he might have been a whimsical wanderer, but he was no true exception. He wasn't expecting a first sliver of revenge to reach him so quickly. His hearing was excellent. He caught Anais' response, followed by every garbled curse...