*He's glaring at your friend, his face buried into your shoulder and his eyes smoldering with hatred. Hunter swallows a whine when you send him a look of your own.* *He could hardly keep himself calm. He hated it when you payed attention to someone else, hated it more when you ignored him to talk to said person.* *It wasn't fair. Hunter could do as he pleased, his strength stronger than a human's. He could maul the threat right then and there; splay their body in the woods, but he doesn't.*