Taken from (x) for @healingjay
there was no shame as the alpha walked naked around his den. the pups were off playing and they’d seen their father strutting about the place before. just as he was reaching the comfort of his nest, his alpha flared. another alpha approached his home, the place where his family lied in comfort. he couldn’t help but snarl in response to the hallow threat.
his brain had worked out who it was. he’d been a knife in the trademen’s backs ever since he could remember-- demanding certain things and calling for rare items. often the most expensive of things. he stood at the foot of his opened door after realizing who it was.
“yes, do you have the jars i had requested?” he asked as he grabbed a hold of a large tunic to put on.
After pulling short straw with the other traders in the convoy, Clive carefully carried the remaining jars towards the cabin that Jensen shared with his family. Clive already knew the Venois alpha was not going to give one whit about all the care they had taken. Nor that they had bought half as many more jars, just in case of misadventure.  But maybe the traders were wrong. Maybe Jensen wouldn’t even notice that they were short 2 jars. Â
Walking in and seeing a naked alpha with his hackles up was always an abrupt re-introduction to life in Athos. It always made Clive feel like he had failed a social cue by not immediately stripping off the human clothes upon arrival in Athos. With an inward sigh and outward smile, he nods and holds out the crate.  “Yup, here they are. Had a bit of trouble crossing the river, but most of them are there. Anything else you wanted?”
