Sawyer makes a quiet noise not sure if he agrees or not. All he knows now is how good it feels and how much his body had craved it. He closes his eyes as the other starts cleaning his face, feeling grateful between the spray of water and Bishop’s gentle touch cleaning away the mess.

Sawyer opens his eyes to look at bishop, trying to process the information. He’d be a wolf… like Bishop? Like Bishop’s sawyer? His heart rate picks up and he feels a mix of excitement and fear.

“How does that happen…?”