𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋 [ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʙᴇᴀsᴛᴀʀs]

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴀɪʟ

WARNINGS:
Violence, blood, implied r*pe, and mentions of the word gr**ming.

If these trigger you, please read with caution!! Thank you!

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"How could you be so CARELESS?!"

The lion roars and slaps a paw across the other's muzzle. He whines and holds his face from the pain, "Do you realize what you've done! Now we're really in for it!!"

The pack of lions lowers their gaze to the alleyway floor, the lion paces back in forth with a growl. "What should we do?" The younger of the pack asks meekly. The oldest stops his pacing at the question and looks towards the entryway of the damp, narrow path. A few felines pass by, intoxicated and loud. He waits for them to be out of earshot before returning his gaze to the lions in front of him.

"Go find it and bring it back. That's all we can do."

The pack nods to him and runoff, splitting directions. Dolph rubs a paw over his tired eyes and heaves out a sigh; he pushes himself out the alleyway and walks towards the entrance of their breeding parlor. It's a tall building in the Back Alley, and the top floor holds the rooms for the gang members, so they were not disturbed by the booming business on the first few floors. The entrance has a little reception desk and waiting area, and there's a hallway to the left with rooms leading to reserved guests. Towards the right shows a hallway to the kitchen and basement where they store and receive more meat stock. Just the opposite side of the basement stairwell is an elevator to their private rooms.

Inside, he's greeted by a black puma who clears their throat nervously when he enters. "Ah! B-boss?"

Dolph grumbles and looks their way. The puma looks down until passing them a written note. "You have a guest, room 18."

The lion's eyes roam the little note, and he nods. He reaches to straighten his tie and push his mane back. "Thank you." He says and walks down the hallway, passing by the other occupied spaces where he can hear teeth scraping across bones.

He entered the room without knocking and sat at the sleek wooden table under the dim lighting. From the wine, walls is a black horse. His dark gaze is lowered to his cool glass of carrot ginger margarita; he's rolling it in his hands, and the ice clinks against the glass. "Well?" He asks lazily, not even passing a glance to Dolph.

A beat passes, and the black horse downs the rest of his drink. He pushes himself back to his feet, and the lights seem to get dimmer in the room. He asks again. "Where is it?"

"We aren't sure." He admits Yafya huffs; the lion gulps a lump down his throat. "What does that mean?" Yafya nearly spits, and if he could growl, Dolph is sure he would in this instant.

"It slipped from our grasp, and we managed to corner them here in the market. I've already sent my pack to search for it, and as promised, I'll bring it to you." Yafya hums and looks down at his watch. He takes a moment before replying; his breathing evens out, so Dolph lets his shoulders fall back down. "If there's no sighting of it in the next 24 hours, report back to me. It's already been seen throughout the city, and if I catch that filthy little thing in it again-" he cuts himself off. with a sigh and plasters a smile on his face. "Just don't make me come back down here again." He spits and pushes past Dolph and out of the building.

Dolph resists the urge to growl and sits at the table.

— 𓆧 ❁ —

The sharp hiss of the tea kettle interrupted him from his nightly book. Gouhin lifts himself from his loveseat to remove it from the stove. He plucks out a mug from his cabinet, and just as he's about to pour himself his tea, there's a loud banging coming from his door downstairs. The giant panda grumbles and walks down with a few spitting curses. "Wha-oof!"