Seconds later, the female’s mate came storming out of the tunnel, baring his own teeth at Rowe, snarling and snapping back. But Rowe wasn’t having any of it. He stood up completely straight, his head close to the ceiling, standing a good several inches taller than the other, and was practically spitting in his face. From the tunnel, the female appeared, and Rowe snatched at her at once.
See, my man Rowe is a man of few words, but many actions, and we love him for that. 🖤
