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Chapter 98: Possession

There was but one more round of practice for the week, and then the fox could have the wolf all to himself. It was that idea that at least he entertained himself with in his head.

Roger sat on the bleachers as he had done previously. The cold iron that he sat atop had sent chills through him at first, but he had acclimated to the temperature. That, or he gave up his fight against it.

There were a few more bystanders watching the team play. It seemed that most recently the attendance had picked up, especially with the improved performance of the wolf, and as a consequence, the rest of the team. It seemed that in the past week it was all meshing well together.

A few female attendants on the side were gossiping, and while they tried to mask their whispers and giggles, the fox could hear them plainly. They said many a lewd comment, all of them related to the football players. It seemed that they had taken a more recent liking to the star player, or perhaps they merely worked up the courage to finally stalk him.

He looked at where their fingers indicated, and it shrugged. There was the star shining brightly. Roger could almost see the preferential treatment dripping off of him. The adoration was practically palpable.

They players got into their positions to resume practice. It was a play that the fox recognized, as he had practice it before when the wolf had been ousted from the team. He could identify at least a few of the players, though most of them were still unknown to him. The group formed familiar shapes, and then it scattered.

There was still gossip, and the girls still pointed, making sure that the others knew just what they had their sights set on.

Roger watched the players run around, he watched the ball fly through the air, and he could almost feel the hit when one of the players caught it, and when another slammed into him. He sighed. Part of him wanted to play again.

He saw Hunter moving between the players. It was odd. He seemed to stand out now. He seemed to be brighter, happier. Perhaps it was because of the attachment that the fox carried for the wolf. Perhaps it was because the wolf, himself, was happier.

He noticed that some of the fingers that pointed were pointing not to the star player, but to the wolf. Upon realizing this, Roger blushed and furrowed his brows. A bit of jealousy snuck into his heart, and perhaps possessiveness. He attempted to cast it off, but now it was almost as if their voices had amplified.

They spoke of his body, his movements, his tone of voice. It was the way he improved recently that caught their attention. What a dumb wolf he was, they had said. They never thought he would get anywhere, but now he was doing so well. Now they saw what they did not want to see.

He felt a sort of pride in knowing that it was him that Hunter had, and not them. He knew it was not something he should hold over their heads, but it made him feel at least a little satisfied.

He continued watching the game, and they continued their chatter. They hypothesized about how he would look without clothes, and one said that she had managed to see him in a towel while peeking in the locker room. Another speculated that for such a big guy, under his garments might prove to be proportional to his size. Another speculated the opposite. Perhaps he was on steroids, she said.

Roger felt a pang of anger build up, but he kept calm. He wanted to correct them on their false views, but it would be harder for him to explain why he even knew the truth, or why he had been eavesdropping in the first place. He let them talk, but he knew the reality of the situation. He knew, and took pride in that at least, that they did not know.

Practice ended after a few minutes. It was never really long, but it was always arduous. A rigorous physical exercise routine followed by some drills, and then they were let loose to do as they liked, which usually ended up being more drills.

He saw Hunter on his approach from the field, and the girls quickly got up and fled. Roger smiled to himself when he noticed it.

The wolf was talking to some of the fellow players. It seemed now he was becoming friendly with the others, or perhaps it was the opposite. The ferret was there. Roger made sure to greet him as he walked past the bleachers.

Hunter fell behind and let the others go to the locker room. He stood there, holding his helmet, staring at the fox with a smile and a wave of his tail. He panted and the fox could see he was weary, but he also saw that he was happy.

Any of the anger and jealousy that he had felt faded away. He smiled back, got out of his seat in the bleachers, and they walked toward the locker room. As was the usual action thus performed, the fox waited outside as the wolf went inside to shower, change, and put his gear in his bag.

It did not take long for the females to come around the corner nonchalantly, but when they saw him, they kept walking. Apparently they were attempting to sneak a peek at the changing players. With his newly acquired knowledge, he knew their target.

The wolf came out after they left. Roger quickly gave him a hug, as he was sure there were no eyes about. A lick across the cheek followed, and was returned.

"What was that for?" the wolf asked him.

Roger shook his head. "Nothing in particular, I'm just glad."

The wolf tilted his head. "About what?"

The fox smiled. "That I have you."

They departed.