Shove it

Ibris narrowed her brow at the figure of her dad. For once, her mindset of pleasing the village was slowly fading all for this woman. She wanted her, and she had no intentions in sharing. The males here were weak. The old man must be trying to cup up a feel before his last breath comes.

"Three striped huntress I am, and you have the gall to come to my home and say I may not be worthy? Everyone here is two striped to one, exceptional to say the least. I've found and saved her. She has claimed me as her mate, follow the females code."

Tensions were on the rise, her bushy tail wrapped over around Aki. A surge of being protective over her mate was burning through her veins.

"I'm on my way on getting my fourth stripe, one no one wields in our tribe. So, excuse me for having a problem father."

Her tone was dismissive and cold. She glanced over his shoulder only to see the elders behind him. She held Aki's hand, Ibris had no sense to let go. As a warrior, she stood strong and proud of herself. That very pride kept her from charging away.