One More

Chapter 8

Raz'ha couldn't stop smelling Amelia. The scent was more potent than the effects of C'ntlip and turning him into a mindless young blood getting his first whiff of a heat cycle. It was the addition of blood Mah'sic informed him on the first day of the new scent.

Ooman females went through a breeding cycle and this blood was Amelia's body discarding her unfertilized eggs. The explanation disappointed him on a base level. Raz'ha's seed hadn't taken root. The scent of her musk and internal cleansing was enough to make him forget the disappointment, for a while.

Amelia was displeased with her body. She sulked and grumbled in bed for many hours until Val'jek gave her medicine. Then she was displeased with everything that walked on two legs. He wasn't sure if the Ooman was jesting or not, but she threatened to unman him if he didn't stop sniffing her. She wanted neither mating nor Mah'sic's exams. She threatened the unblood with castration as well when he followed her around wearing his mask.

Raz'ha wanted to mate but if she was experiencing discomfort then he'd resign himself to smelling her. He thought Mah'sic's tests relevant however. Her blood scent was thick. What if she bled too much and became weak or ill? He wanted to remain close, just in case, but the unblood insisted they both leave.

They went to a small kehrite and trained. The room was remarkably empty and almost private with the Tauren's females starting their heat cycle. All the blooded males were busy fighting and vying for female attention. The unbloods, not allowed to mate, avoided being caught up in the commotion and lingered in their own quarters.

On the second day they returned to practice, even though Amelia was no longer irritated. Mah'sic was adamant they not push their luck with Ooman menstruation. There was little pushing done with her locked in her private room, allowing only her pets to join her. She said she was busy with "Puppy Training 101."

The time in the kehrite was well spent keeping him fit for hunting. Raz'ha was physically lazing about to pursue Amelia and learn her language. "Courting" progress was slow, but the simple Ooman language was easy enough to learn. However, he had no desire to die on a hunt because he chased pleasure. It was time to resume training on a more regular schedule.

Avoiding aggressive females, and ornery males looking to prove their prowess, was an added benefit. The mating musk made him want to fall into the natural course of his people and rut. His body wanted to settle for a Yautja female but he refused. Easier was not always better when it came to sating his aching erection.

There were sucklings and honor to consider, and deep green eyes. His mind conjured up images of Amelia's soft Ooman flesh wrapped around him. He could almost hear her moans already and it sent shivers down his spine. Rutting with her once was not enough but imagining an unclothed female was not conducive to training.

More than Raz'ha, Mah'sic needed to train in preparation for his Chiva. He didn't mention it but the unblood was behind. He suspected spending most of his days studying Amelia was the reason. He sparred with the unblood, giving him instruction and a chance to practice his technique. The unblood was a quick learner, competent but not passionate about the hunt.

As they ended their second day of private training, both ached from long sparring matches. Raz'ha wanted to return to smell Amelia while she slept. If he was clever he might persuade her to let him watch her puppy training later.

A blooded warrior entered as they prepared to leave. The warrior was nearly his height and darker than Mah'sic, much like his sire. The newcomer was likely a relation to Elder Val'jek but no greetings were exchanged.

Seeing Mah'sic, the blooded warrior strode directly to the unblood and stopped much too close to be respectful.

The unblood straightened and pretended to inspect his combistick.

Raz'ha gave the blooded warrior a once over. He was years older than Mah'sic, dreadlocks adorned with many trinkets and with armor markings of an experienced warrior. He was not newly blooded but still young and overly aggressive by his measure. He looked too much like Val'jek and Mah'sic, even with a bit of yellow coloring on his face.

"Mah'sic," the blooded warrior greeted, stiff with tension.

"Cov'o." Mah'sic bowed his head in greeting, stiff as well. "This is Raz'ha, of the Saracen Clan."

"Elder Val'jek's guest, greetings. I am Cov'o." The newcomer bowed his head, giving Raz'ha a brief appraisal with dark amber eyes.

"Greetings." He nodded.

"Excuse us, warrior. Raz'ha and I are sparring." Mah'sic stepped away from Cov'o.

They were quitting for the day, in truth. He shook his head but followed the unblood's lead to the sparring mat. They both lowered into a fighting stance.

"I will watch. I want to see how the Elder's experiment is progressing." The warrior stretched his mandibles with a bored gesture.

Mah'sic stiffened and looked Raz'ha directly in the eye. It was the first time he saw the heat of battle in the unblood's eyes. The unblood gave a sharp jerk of his head, an informal agreement to start the sparring match. He mimicked the motion.

The unblood moved to strike first, a quick jab directed at Raz'ha's mandibles. It was a bold move, especially since Mah'sic never made the first attack. The unblood was more of a reluctant defender. Whatever stood between Mah'sic and the young warrior had him ready for combat.

He was forced on the defensive as the unblood lashed out at him with many quick hard swings of his combistick. He grunted and pushed back, deflecting a wild swing and tapping Mah'sic's hand to remind the unblood to hold the combistick in the right place. The weapon was the unblood's weakest. The tap worked and the unblood adjusted without a moment's pause.

Going on the attack, he was impressed by Mah'sic holding his own. The unblood deflected most of his attacks entirely. He landed several glancing blows on the unblood's shoulder which he still left open for attack. Raz'ha gave the shoulder a good whack, an unconventional hit that was supposed to make a point.

Mah'sic was more clever than he anticipated. The unblood used the intended lesson against him and got a solid hit to his chest. He grunted from the impact but he still landed the blow to Mah'sic's shoulder. The unblood winced and staggered a step to the side. Raz'ha was forced to take a step back as well.

He clicked his mandibles in encouragement. The unblood was smart and simply needed the right motivation to apply it in combat. Mah'sic bowed with respect, understanding the chatter as the end of the short sparring match. He bowed in return.

"Be careful with that strategy. On a hunt, prey will use the opening to kill you, not teach you." Raz'ha was compelled to say it but after two days of mechanical fighting from Mah'sic, he felt a swell of pride. The youth would be prepared for the sacred trial, if he applied himself.

The blooded warrior snorted and closed his mandibles tightly. He stepped forward onto the sparring mat and extended his combistick.

The unblood stiffened and Raz'ha expected the warrior to give an official challenge. Cov'o bowed, indicating only a sparring match.

The unblood hesitated but Raz'ha moved off the mat. Whatever spurred an unblood on in training was a positive in his opinion so he gave Mah'sic a nod of encouragement.

The unblood clicked a curse and mumbled a prayer to Paya. He bowed and upon righting himself Cov'o was on the attack, jabbing with his combistick.

Clumsy and fumbling, the unblood danced around to the side, a glancing blow landing on his shoulder.

Raz'ha clicked. The warrior was taking advantage of his blows to the same shoulder. It was smart and a good lesson for Mah'sic. Once he sustained an injury on his Chiva, and everyone did, he would have to fight with that weakness.

Mah'sic parried and dodged many attacks, letting the warrior expend his energy in a blatant dance. The warrior was no fool and eased on his attacks, surveying the unblood.

"Did your bearer teach you nothing of sparring?" Cov'o chirped, moving into a defensive stance.

Mah'sic growled, mandibles flaring wide in a genuine sign of rage. The unblood charged with a roar.

The warrior swung around and used Mah'sic's momentum to send the unblood to the floor. The loud thud made Raz'ha shake his head. The unblood let the warrior rile him into a stupid attack.

"Never fight in anger." The warrior chirped his superiority standing over the unblood. "Your bearer taught me that."

Mah'sic rolled over, dreads whipping around as he planted a solid kick to Cov'o's belly.

The warrior doubled over, a mistaken that was quickly exploited. The unblood grabbed one of the warrior's lower mandible, to hold him off balance. He jabbed Cov'o in the face with his fist a handful of times. "My sire taught me that." Mah'sic was snarling like a rabid Yaut Hound.

Cov'o endured several punches, roaring with pain and anger. He broke the unblood's hold, falling to his knees over Mah'sic. The warrior rained down his own punches on the unblood's face.

Raz'ha shook his head at the lack of sparring. Two young Yautja with a grudge were pummeling each other in an undisciplined, juvenile brawl.

Mah'sic blocked several punches and managed to roll Cov'o off of him. The warrior didn't let him gain the advantage and both got to their feet. Their combisticks were disgracefully forgotten on the mat as they circled each other.

"Ki'cte," Raz'ha barked, stepping onto the mat.

Mah'sic deferred to him immediately, dropping his fists and bowing his head.

The warrior surveyed him, determining the chances of winning in a fight. Raz'ha flared his mandibles and roared, puffing up his chest and dropping into an aggressive stance. If the warrior still wanted to fight, he would give him one worth remembering.

The younger warrior backed down. He bowed, not quite looking at Mah'sic. Cov'o retrieved his combistick and left without another word.

Mah'sic picked up his own combistick and Raz'ha put on his mask. He scanned the unblood but he was only bruised and scraped so he removed his mask again.

"What was that?" He tapped his mandibles in a series of clicks, compelling the unblood to answer.

"He is my-" The unblood shook his head, securing his staff on his belt. "Val'jek sired him with the High Priestess. He has hated me since I started training."

Half brothers then.

"Why is that?" Raz'ha could take a few guesses with Mah'sic being raised by a male. Then too in the Saracen Clan the Elders and Priestesses had offspring that tended to be spoiled sucklings. They grew into sub par warriors with questionable honor, in Raz'ha's opinion. He avoided any in his leaders' relations for that reason. It was likely the same with Cov'o.

"I do not know. Perhaps my bearer has shared her displeasure with me. She is close to Cov'o, or so I am told." Mah'sic shrugged but Raz'ha heard the longing and jealousy.

"Your bearer lives and yet Val'jek has reared you?" He hadn't heard of such a thing.

"She finds me lacking." The unblood stood straighter at the admission. "She declared I will not return victorious from my Chiva."

"You need focus but I saw no reason you cannot come back blooded." Raz'ha spoke truth and the unblood took a deep rasping breath.

Mah'sic nodded, acknowledging the statement.

"I will practice with you on my clan's ship." He pat the unblood's back.

"I am honored." Mah'sic bowed.

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Raz'ha returned to Val'jek's quarters with the unblood. Amelia was awake, surprising them. Oomans needed more rest and she slept through the middle of their days. She took one look at Mah'sic and started fussing.

"What did you do to him?" Amelia reached up to touch the unblood's head with wide eyes and gentle fingers.

"I am fine. It was only sparring," Mah'sic grumbled. The unblood hunched down and let Amelia take liberties, touching his face and even his mandibles.

Raz'ha's gut burned with instant jealously.

"Nothing looks broken." Amelia let the unblood stand erect again but she took his arm and led him to the lavatory.

"He is unharmed." Raz'ha followed quickly but the unblood huffed instead of translating. He did not want her touching the unblood.

She glared at him as they crowded into the smaller room. "Sparring doesn't mean you get to bloody his face. He's still training. Isn't there someone your own size to pick on?" She forced the unblood to sit so she could tend his face.

Raz'ha choked on his response. Amelia was berating him for Mah'sic showing up bloody.

"Amelia." The unblood was stiff and fiddled with his Awu'asa, embarrassed. "It was not Raz'ha."

"Oh," Amelia said. "Sorry, Raz'ha." She looked up at him, her face somewhere between smiling and embarrassment. Then she returned to flitting about the cramped room, retrieving medical bandages and disinfectant.

Raz'ha nodded. "He sparred with Cov'o, a warrior. They got heated." His explanation was a combination of his native language, English and hand signs. The unblood was refusing to translate. Frustrated, he vowed to get her a translator.

"Val'jek's son? What were you fighting about?" She tended to the unblood's scraped mandibles, touching him as a mate would. Raz'ha grunted but he was ignored.

"It was sparring, nothing of note." Mah'sic was mumbling his words as Amelia dabbed his mandible with a soapy cloth.

"Does Val'jek know you two are fighting?" She was persistent.

"Do not tell him." Mah'sic sighed with a huff.

Amelia snorted in response. "You better start talking then."

The unblood's mandibles tightened mutinously for a moment before letting out a breath and slouching.

"He does not like me. He reminds everyone my bearer favors him over me." Mah'sic shrugged as if he did not care when clearly he did. "She trained him with the High Priestess herself, while I have only Val'jek, a male."

Amelia paused, then applied bandages to Mah'sic's scrapes. It was unnecessary but the unblood allowed it. Raz'ha settled his jealousy. She was interested in mothering the unblood and not mating.

"So he beats you up because females trained him when he was a child? I thought that females stopped teaching when you entered formal training." She seemed perplexed, but Raz'ha knew that was more than enough to gain quite a bit of taunting from young males.

"Mah'sic fought well. The warrior is as bloodied." He chirped, taking pity on the unblood and forgetting his English. She flicked him a glance and he wasn't certain she understood him.

"Maybe you could talk to him, or Val'jek could talk to your bearer and-" she stopped talking as Mah'sic huffed and stood, towering over her.

"It is not your affair, Ooman," the unblood growled at her.

She shrank back a step, bumping into Raz'ha's chest. He gave the unblood a warning growl of his own, pushing in front of the Ooman. It wasn't necessary to defend her.

Mah'sic turned and stomped out of the lavatory much like a spoiled pup in his first year of training. The unblood headed for the exit with Amelia following steps behind.

"I didn't mean to upset you, but if he is bullying you then-" The slid door shut and she sighed.

"I messed that up." She pulled her lip between her teeth, watching the closed door. The repeated gesture was strange but now wasn't the time to look closer.

"His pride stings. If he is to be a warrior he must settle his own matters." Raz'ha wasn't sure what she wanted to hear or if she understood. He hoped he said the right thing because he didn't wish to explain that Amelia had humiliated the unblood.

"Is Cov'o truly as bloodied?" Amelia looked up at him.

Raz'ha nodded with relief. She understood. He became aware that he was alone with her and forced himself to focus on her face instead of her scent. He was stepping closer to her.

"Will you check on him? I can't go out smelling like this, not without Val'jek." Her cheeks turned red at the mention of her scent.

"He will be fine. Unbloods don't need coddling." Raz'ha had a difficult time conveying his response and they both grew frustrated before she finally understood.

"Please, check on him. I would ask Val'jek but he's busy with his mission planning." She did look worried but she smelled tantalizing. Her pheromones begged him to rut with her.

"Why are you awake?" Raz'ha used English and hoped changing the subject would allow him to remain longer. Perhaps he could lie with her in bed.

"Hult'ah got hungry. He eats all the time." Amelia nodded to the hound sleeping by his empty milk bowl. She picked up the pup, which snuffled and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. Smiling, she cuddled the pup to her chest.

"You sleep now?" Raz'ha pressed, wanting to join her. She might allow him to touch her loose hair while she settled for rest.

"Soon, but Mah'sic is upset. Couldn't you just check on him?" She sounded worried again.

He clicked his mandibles in annoyance. If he refused or agreed there was no opportunity to touch her. Some sort of touching was required if he was going on the fool's errand.

"Kisses." Raz'ha clicked his tusks together with the demand. He wasn't going to negotiate the matter.

She looked at him, confused for a moment before understanding dawned in her dark green eyes. "You want me to kiss you and you'll check on Mah'sic?" She was indecisive, looking to the closed door, then his face and back to the door.

He nodded.

"Okay, but no groping or anything funny. And for the record this is unethical for you to take advantage of the situation." Amelia shuffled Hult'ah into the crook of her arm.

Raz'ha didn't intend to do anything humorous and he was too aroused to consider ethics. He closed the distance between them, taking a deep breath and smelling her thick heat and blood. He groaned.

She tilted her head back and rose up on her toes.

Raz'ha secured his mandibles over her cheeks, a maneuver that required considerable hunching. Her moist breath sent warmth spreading over his skin. Her soft flesh puckered and pressed to his inner mouth. He let out a long low purr of pleasure. She hummed, the vibration tickling his teeth as she repeated the kiss twice more.

He wanted to pull her closer. He fantasized about lifting her and rubbing his throbbing erection against her soft genitals.

Amelia tugged against his mandibles and he tightened his hold for a brief moment.

"Enough." Her voice was husky and soft.

Raz'ha forced himself to release her and straightened. She was flushed, giving him a covetous glance. It was all the evidence needed to prove that he was making progress.

"Tell Mah'sic I'm sorry." Amelia bowed her head and took several shaky backward steps. Yaut Hound still tucked in her arm, she sought her bed.

He took a step in her direction, following the intoxicating scent, before catching himself.

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Raz'ha wasn't sure where Mah'sic went. He checked the kehrites and the dining hall, where he found Val'jek.

"Elder Val'jek." Raz'ha used the formal greeting out of respect seeing several warriors eating across from the Elder.

The Elder waved him to the table to join them.

"I am honored, but I seek Mah'sic. Would you know where to locate him?" He was aware of the four warriors scrutinizing him.

"The unblood is running an errand for me. Why do you seek him?" The Elder's lower mandibles twitched. "Is Amelia well?"

"Yes, Elder. I was wondering if Mah'sic is well." He wasn't sure what to divulge, if anything, in front of the warriors. He was acquainted with none of them. He also wasn't in the mood to defend his masculinity by admitting he was doing an Ooman's bidding. The warriors were unlikely to understand the pleasure to be gained by pleasing Amelia.

"Mah'sic is fine." Val'jek tapped his mandibles in thought. "Join us."

"Amelia is-" Raz'ha started to decline.

"Smelling wonderful but unwilling to mate. Staying away is much simpler. Trust my experience on the matter." The Elder motioned for Raz'ha to sit beside him, a show of respect and honor from an Elder.

There was no excuse to refuse and word spreading of the gesture would elevate his status and in turn his clan's status. His clan's Elders very much wanted relations with Taurens and there was no better place to start than with Val'jek, in their opinion.

The Elder didn't introduce the warriors. Raz'ha nodded his greeting and they nodded back, scrutinizing him.

"Have you heard the story of how I met Amelia?" Val'jek asked.

"Only rumors," he admitted. All thoughts of his clan settled in the back of his mind for another time.

The warriors seemed to take an interest in the topic and he got the impression the Elder did not share the story often.

"It was a grand hunt that started with a string of mishaps, but in the end she saved my life and assisted in killing the queen." The Elder tapped his puffed up chest.

"Does she have a trophy?" A warrior with a stumpy mandible asked.

"I've met her," another spoke as if Amelia was a rare creature. "She is not blooded."

"She gave me these from her first kill." The Elder unhooked a homemade trinket from his belt, ignoring the blooding commentary.

Food forgotten, the warriors all leaned in close with interest.

The Elder held out several leather strings bound together, each one containing a memento or two of bones or teeth. The hand crafted trinket gave soft clacks as he jostled them with fondness. Pulling out one in particular, three Kainde Amedha phalanges strung together on it, he proudly displayed proof of Amelia's kill.

The warriors chirped approval and respect. Receiving a gift from a female's kill was rare since it signified a personal bond. The Elder was telling all that he was bonded with the Ooman in no uncertain terms.

"Her three skulls were not salvageable." There was a twinge of regret in Val'jek's voice.

Raz'ha was surprised. Amelia, a small Ooman female, killed three Kainde Amedha. The warriors trilled and battered the Elder with questions. How could she manage to kill three hard meats?

All questions and chatter ceased when a Saracen unblood approached the table. He twitched his mandibles as he gave jittery bow.

"Elder Mur demands your presence, honored warrior," the unblood stammered to him. Demanding was insulting and more than one messenger had been beaten over the ornery Elder's wording.

Raz'ha's first response was irritation. He wanted to hear the tale of Amelia's hunt more than he wanted to do the bidding of a notoriously cankerous elder. He grunted and rumbled his distaste but nodded to the unblood.

"Pardon, Elder Val'jek," he said.

"Good luck." The Elder used English and it was unlikely than anyone else understood. It took Raz'ha a moment to recall the meaning of the words. Val'jek's mandibles twitched and his eyes held amusement.

"I'm honored." Raz'ha wasn't sure what was so funny but bowed anyway. He left the table, nodding out of respect to the other warriors. He regret not hearing the full story but he could not refuse Elder Mur.

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He followed the unblood to the same level that housed Val'jek's quarters. His clan must have made political progress without him. He was almost relieved.

The unblood announced his arrival through the comm and Elder Mur's voice barked through the door, "Enter!"

The door opened and Raz'ha squared his shoulders before entering.

The quarters were a replica of Val'jek's floor plan but it lacked Ooman touches, making it feel inhospitable.

Elder Mur was an average height Yautja with a bland and murky green coloring. Long since grayed dreadlocks held few traces of black left. His head was too wide for his narrower shoulders and decorated with wide clawed scars. The Elder stood rigid, waiting, dressed in more armor than Raz'ha thought necessary.

He bowed and the Elder and was led into what was a lab in Val'jek's quarters. Here it was a bureaucratic room with a desk and chairs dominating the center of the space. Elder Mur sat behind the desk, motioning for Raz'ha to sit in a guest chair. Unease crept up his spine as the Elder made himself comfortable with twitchy mandibles.

"You summoned, Elder?" Raz'ha said after a scrutinizing silence. He was uncomfortable in these bureaucratic settings that were suddenly becoming popular.

"What is your progress with the Tauren Elders?" Elder Mur asked.

"I have not spoken with Elder Goran and Elder Val'jek has little interest in political topics. He prepares for his mission." He resisted shrugging. He was a warrior and had no desire to involve himself in clan politics, never mind diplomatic relations with other clans.

Raz'ha was already honored for returning Elder Goran, who made a full recovery. His own Elders pestered him about making introductions but he could not. He did not know the Elder he had rescued. He found Elder Goran unconscious and returned him that way, only identifying the clan mark. Upon his recovery the Elder held a formal banquet and acknowledgment but that was all.

He had no political conversations with Val'jek since the topic pertained little to Amelia. He focused most of his attention on the Ooman and thoughts of status and his clan slid to the back of his mind. The realization disturbed him. Amelia was an Ooman pet he would have the sole care of for a lengthy period. It was plenty of time to persuade her to accept his claim. Val'jek was leaving soon and his loyalty to his clan should have been more important.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me honored warrior?" The Elder said the word honored with disdain, shaking him from his thoughts. Elder Mur's reputation was notorious for being derogatory but also for his skill in fighting. He supposed the Elder would have to be a prized fighter in order to continue his insulting behavior into his ancient years.

"Perhaps you can tell me what you heard and spare us both unnecessary details of my visits." Raz'ha stiffened. He wanted to spend as little time as possible with this Elder.

"The Taurens sent a courtesy message. They offer you a place in their ranks." The Elder's mandibles clicked together, hard.

"There must be some mistake." He was stunned, his mandibles gaping with ill formed words.

"An Elder," he paused to look at his palm console, "Val'jek, has vouched for you. I hear he requested the Tauren High Priestess grant you room and status." The Elder was furious and rightfully so. To accept the offer was to abandon his clan.

Raz'ha wasn't sure what to make of it. Taurens rarely took in warriors from other clans. It took virtually an act of Paya and any warrior changing clans must start at square one, an unblood. Warriors had to repeat their Chiva and work up their reputation. To be offered a retained status was a great honor.

"Well, what is the meaning of this?" The Elder was near snarling with his mandibles splaying in a dominating show of aggression.

"I-" He struggled to figure out why Val'jek would go through great lengths for him. "I am caretaker for the Elder's mate. I mean his pet. The Elder is fond of his Ooman pet." He caught his babble and straightened. "I can only assume the offer is in case the Elder meets his end and his pet wishes to remain on the Tauren's ship." It was as good a guess as any.

The Elder contemplated him, settling back and tapping his lower right tusk. "Setup a meeting for the High Priestess." It was an order as much as a dismissal.

"With Elder Val'jek?" He floundered.

"Yes. Send in the unblood." The Elder was already looking at his palm console, distracted.

Dismissed, he left feeling like an unblood himself. How was he going to broach the topic with Elder Val'jek? What was Val'jek intending with the offer in the first place?

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Thanks for reading!

Author's note:
I did a lot of back and forth with this chapter before getting it in the ballpark of where I wanted it.

I'm sorry there is less relationship development (and humor) in this chapter, but that pesky external plot is getting in the way. With Amelia going to the Saracen clan's ship, I'm trying to introduce some of their differing customs and status.

Good news however! There will be some smut in the next chapter. Yay! I'm editing the chapter this week. I hope to post it in a week but I want to get more chapter first drafts written so we'll see.

Thanks to the reviewers. You guys are awesome and I'm glad so many people took an interest in this story!

Gothicpug: My fic is in love with you too ;) Thanks for the review.

SB Patterson: Thanks for the clarification. I too have problems finding good threesomes. Samhaim publishing (an epublisher) puts out quite a few at a reasonable price, if you're ever shopping around.

moira hawthorne: You must have sent me some uber vibes because norse mythology just popped up out of no where. Thanks! lol. And Val'jek will get around to the hound, soon.

Death God Dist: I promise there will be no Yaut Hound maulings performed by Amelia's puppy. I personally can't wait until Amelia is trapped, I mean er living, with Raz'ha on his clan ship. But there's a handful of chapters to take care of first. Soon though. Thanks for the consistent lengthy reviews!

Unspoken Lore: No smut this chapter, but you'll be happily rewarded when Raz'ha ends up in the right place at the right time next chapter. =)