Territory: Science Fiction

The fight was going to happen, she was sure of it. She'd thought her little brother was still young enough to avoid triggering the instincts, but no, as soon as he walked into another male's territory his crest had puffed up a little bit and he'd started swaggering a bit more than was wise. If it had been only a visit, he wouldn't have, but part of him knew that he was living *here* now. If their father had stayed, it would have been okay. Blood relatives were one of the few exceptions to the fight rule. But now they were in the house of a non-blood-relative, and her brother was going to fight her boyfriend and one of them might die. There was always that chance. She didn't think it would happen this time, because her boyfriend soothed her and said no, of course, he'd just teach the cubling a lesson...and then he would get a whiff of her brother and his eyes would get wild and his teeth would sharpen. She'd done what she could. She'd already called the fight paramedics and there was a young woman who was sleeping in the guest bedroom now.


Inspiration: The boy cats are being territorial.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: A society of highly intelligent, territorial males--but not played for their oooh-sexy value. Instead, it's a thing to be worked around. A difficulty.