Roran was not so entertained as Corin seemed to be with himself. He felt the urge to put the other in his place burn at every inch of his skin as Corin's eyes were practically feeling up Celeste. Watching as Corin threw the stick, Roran gave a breathy chuckle, "We're not really ready to adopt pups yet," he said to the other. Roran was grateful that Corin kept his distance, not advancing any further. Despite itching to injure the other, Roran wasn't over enthusiastic about becoming so violent in front of Celeste, especially when she had only just found out he had been a werewolf- the werewolf that had been terrorizing the village.<br/><br/>However, when Corin ordered Celeste to come down to him, Roran was obviously not having any of it. "You will<em>not</em>order around what belongs to<em>me</em>," he spat at the other. "If you're looking to play, then look elsewhere," he said, "You won't be getting any closer to her than you are now, not without a fight," he assured the other. Roran soon felt Celeste behind him, delicate hands against his back as she looked past him and upon the other.<br/><br/>Roran scoffed, "You shouldn't need any better a view. If you can't see she's a beauty then you must be blind." Not only was she beautiful, her scent was intoxicating- she was fertile, very fertile and a witch. Any werewolf would want to wrap themselves in that scent. "But as I have already stated, she is mine," he again declared, "So look elsewhere for a mate."