Take it

Cyrus rattled the ice in his drink watching it as he reclined in a chair next to the fire with arms draped on either side.

Alpha Dixon had not joined them feigning some excuse. The chatter around the room rambled on as males tried to best each other. The sound of pool balls could be heard as the players made their shots. The rowdier the males got the more they drank.

Davian walked over to the king