Kurt has gotten better at reading the pack link over the past few weeks—not great, not even good, just better—but it's still too subtle and fickle of an art for them to fully grasp yet. They can parse big and simple emotions quite reliably now, like joy or rage or hunger, and can even pick up on who's feeling what to some extent. They're quite proud of themself for understanding even that little.

But even with all that, they have no hope of understanding the sudden rush of emotion the wolves share just now. It's like a jolt, a sudden positive feeling shooting through all of them, making their mates perk up all around them and pay close attention—though to what, they can't say.

Not that they're thinking too hard about that right now, because Alpha starts toying with their nipples and Kurt's mind is suddenly terribly preoccupied. "Aah—! A-Alpha, that— ohhh, that feels s-so good," they whine, hands finding Corrigan's stomach, bracing themself against it as they arch into his hands. "It's so sensitive there, m-much more'n normal... F-Feels really tender, Alpha..."