Okay so this is just something I wrote to stave off writers block. It's very short I know, and its not edited very well; for that I apologize, but I have no intention of really fixing (unless for some odd reason someone really likes this). Its not really from a specific p.o.v. probably Christophe in a dark mood, but it could easily be any other djamphir.
It was pathetic. Really. The way he always followed her around. At her beck at call, trained better than one of Pavlov's own. And those looks he gave her; he couldn't be more obvious if he started humping her leg. He was practically panting over her, while she barely noticed. He tried to play it cool, act like he was the one in control. But for all she was bridled by her status, he was still the one on a leash . Whenever she yelled, he came running.
He was bigger now then the first time they had met, the imprint had benefited him greatly. The half Asian boy was now a prince among his people, wherein before he was just a homeless brat. It made no difference though when she was around, he was as much of a slobbering mongrel as every other man in the room, begging for any scrap of attention she would give. He was just better fed then most.