"Mar wants Rub to stay for dinner."
Bor looked at his Alpha and then at the long benches and tables being set up for eating. There were a hundred dalpre already milling around, close enough to dive into place and far enough they wouldn't be volunteered. "You think that is a good idea? We get pretty pushy. And loud. And I don't think he's said a single word."
"It's Mar."
"He looks wrong."
"You've seen short people."
"Not with such a large head. He's wrong." #tootfic #mfic