Alric's Perspective
I was reviewing territorial agreements in my office when a soft knock interrupted my concentration. The scent that drifted through the door told me exactly who was seeking an audience, and I had to suppress a sigh. Alpha Kieran had been making the rounds since yesterday's apparently unsuccessful run with Calla, and it seemed my turn had finally come.
"Enter," I called, setting aside the papers and preparing myself for what was likely to be a delicate conversation.
Kieran stepped into my office with the easy confidence of someone accustomed to being welcomed wherever he went. He carried two cups of coffee and wore an expression of friendly collegiality that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Alpha Alric," he said warmly, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. I
