"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