Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-44019825-20191011181648/@comment-43741305-20191012210904

I cross my arms, put up my fiercest glare and bellow "I MATE ONLY WITH THE STRONGEST!"

This is the moment when they all stop - and start looking at each other. It takes a moment before what was a mad dash towards me becomes a battle royale. Oddly enough, I don't flee - I just sit down and wait for the victor to come claim the spoils. Fleeing while navigating hazardous territory would be absolutely futile, much more so when chased by a hellhound alpha.

There are worse fates than chafing - and on the side, I get to be the boss' hubby, which gives me a lot of protection, if not clout.

The rest will work out by itself.