<div align="center"><strong>Eyes</strong></div><br/>Eyes sat under the table at Master’s feet, her tail laying idly behind her. She had misbehaved, she knew she had. The way Master had tugged on her harness and was now ignoring her was evidence of that fact. In her mind, Eyes hadn’t done anything than to try and protect Young-One’s honor, but she’d known that she crossed a line by biting at Blonde-Smiling, she should have learned to better hold her temper by now.<br/><br/>The two females, who now joined each other at Master’s table: Black-Hair and Slender Blue-Eyes; seemed to want to mate with each other. This idea confused and dismayed Eyes quite a bit. Though she hadn’t done extensive research into the matter, she was fairly certain that neither of them had a penis, much less testicles; which would make mating with each other all but impossible. Couple that with the fact that Master had expressed an interest in Black-Hair already, and the wolf was certain that she didn’t approve of this arrangement.<br/><br/>Then again, maybe it was a good thing.<br/><br/>Perhaps, rejected by all available females of his own species, Master would be forced to view Eyes romantically! Maybe, at long last, the wolf would know what it was to mate with her human Master. Surely her dream was no less likely than a union between Black-Hair and Slender Blue-Eyes. At least Master had a penis. She laid her chin on Master’s thigh as she continued to dream of a world where Man and Wolf could live as Man and Wife.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Sanguine LeChance</strong></div><br/>As Eyes laid her snout on San’s leg, the assassin reached down to pet the wolf’s head. He cut the skin off of his pheasant and fed the flavorful chunk of food to his companion as Princess Juli and the Nydewian Ophelia chatted and flirted as though they were the only ones at the table.<br/><br/>San knew it was rude to eavesdrop, but given the fact that he was seated directly next to Princess Juli, it was hard not to overhear. One of the nobles at the table also apparently found it equally impossible to keep his opinions to himself. San smiled inwardly at Olivia’s handling of the situation, though he’d have grabbed the man by the hair and bashed his face into the edge of the table until he smelled blood, San had to admit that Olivia’s actions were much more diplomatic, and seemingly almost as effective.<br/><br/>It was hard to repress the feelings of jealousy that San felt, smelling the mutual release of pheromones between the two women. He’d spent several days trying to pierce the stone walls around Juli, trying his hardest not to push the issue when he encountered resistance, which was almost habitual. He’d made subtle and unforced physical contact; yet in the end he was rebuffed over and over for his effort. Now here she was, spilling her guts to this woman she’d known less than an hour right in front of him and emitting chemical waves of sexual desire like a bitch in heat. It hardly seemed fair.<br/><br/>Yet, here Sanguine sat, the silent witness at the capitol of Pheromone-City. Chained this time by the expectations of a civilized dinner guest.<br/><br/>When Olivia asked about the peace process, and Juli replied vaguely; it was San who could no longer suppress his opinion.<br/><br/>“I doubt very much that the arrival of you and your Nydewian ‘hit-squad’ did much to further the goal of peace. I find it hard for your presence here to be viewed as anything besides an act of aggression against the Aserits. Holding their feet to the flame, so to speak.” San said as politely as he could force himself to sound. “Though your presence seems certainly more welcome to Princess Juli than mine was, at the time of my arrival to Castle Theiri.”<br/><br/>Yes, he was bitter and his words spiteful. But what was the point of being his own boss, if Sanguine couldn’t express himself freely.