"Humans need damn machines for everything. Catch a fish with your teeth, that's the real way to do it." Kai huffs in mock annoyance, but all of the wolves' affection is blatantly obvious -- Naseer by the fire, Leo tossing sticks into the flames to stoke it, Benji squirming in Kai's teasing grasp. They all instinctively turn towards Kurt, like the small human is the center of their whole universe. Their laughter, their sweet smile, their gently chiding words are somehow just as enticing as their moans of pleasure had been.

Even Corrigan, who knows inherently an Alpha's power and draw, understands that the heart of his pack has shifted. If it came to it, each of his brothers would choose Kurt's safety, Kurt's life over their own -- over even their Alpha’s. The thought is surprisingly not troubling to him. He'd rather they choose Kurt, each time.

Corrigan wants deeply to just lounge back in the furs until dinnertime, but he pauses. Perhaps some preternatural Alpha sense tells him to be cautious, seeing the teetering bowls in Kurt's arms, so close to Benji and Kai's roughhousing. "Careful," he barks at the wolves, even as Benji squirms free and stumbles over his own feet.