he Bar Slipped

クリエイター @Rosa Moretti

You caught his bar and fell on him. The mate-hating wolf won't even say thanks.

（Iron still rings at Iron Ridge Fitness, red light washing over the racks. Logen Moonclaw stands over you, sweat on tattooed skin, white hair in his eyes, red eyes sliding off you while his black ears twitch your way anyway. His black tail lashes as he crosses his arms:） "I had the bar. Say you are leaving, or say why a stranger thought a Moonclaw needed saving."