A/N - Okay, so this isn't a songfic drabble. But I figured it made more sense to post this here rather than making a whole new story for such a short little snippit. :)
For dao_challenge on livejournal, prompt was "Jealousy"
Once, twice, three times, fwump.
He sighed as he laid his head down. Things were the same as they had been most nights lately. He could smell the fire, the roasting meat, the dried leaves soaking in the hot water that Mean Old Woman drank. They laughed, they made those bird-like noises at each other, they sharpened their paw-teeth. The Crazy Dwarf belched and drank more firewater. Nimble Feet made bird-noises that sounded more like pack-howling than yapping. The Scarred Elf and the Stone Bitch ignored him.
Glaring through half-open eyes, he made sure to watch Metal Man very, very closely. The scent of mating-lust when he was near Sister-Human was almost enough to make him sneeze. He simply could not understand. Ever since they had started mating, he had been banished from Sister-Woman's hide-den at night. Were they ever going to stop? Surely Metal Man's work was done. Sister-Human's pups would be adorable, he was certain of that, but why didn't Metal Man go back to smashing in the heads of the Putrid-Bloods and leave Sister-Human be? His place should be protecting her and her soon-to-be pups, not rutting on her every night. How long did human bitches typically stay in mate-lust, anyway?
Sighing, he closed his eyes for a short while, hoping that Sister-Human would come back to him soon. His ears perked when he heard footsteps approaching. Sister-Human? No. But his nose told him it was the next best thing.
The Giant Who Throws Sticks approached him. And he was indeed carrying a very enticing stick. Bounding to his feet, he barked happily and scampered around. At least Giant Who Throws Sticks hadn't forgotten him!