It felt like the lists of what needed doing grew by the hour instead of shrinking. He worked hard, clearing tree limbs and debris from warrens so wolves could move in them and grab their belongings, and they could assess the damage. The stores were a mess, and the hot springs deep within one of the warrens that the pack used as a bathhouse was closed. The waters that ran through the caves and created the hot springs were too heavy, and the space was flooded.

The market was also closed, the Armada borders were locked down for the foreseeable future. He walked among the wreckage of what he - what the Armada - had built, and he couldn’t help feeling as if he had failed somewhere. With the events leading to Dread’s leaving, and now this? He sat down in front of the pack’s stores. His eyes on the meat the pack had painstakingly cured for winter. It was worse than he thought, there was almost nothing salvageable, and what was there was on the verge of spoiling. They would have to cook today what they could.


"Speech"

For someone that had almost died, Isa was in surprisingly good spirits. She had to be. Sirius was sour and defeated and she just couldn't let him stay that way. Her lungs still hurt and she had coughing fits due to a scratchy and pained throat, but she would be okay. They would all be okay. No one had been killed in the freak accident. There were some injuries, but they had all made it out alive. That was what mattered.

The big brute was sitting in front of the stores which was where Isa had almost met her end. Coming up beside him, the blue woman eased herself against his side, settling her head upon his shoulder. "This was out of our control," she spoke softly, knowing that he was upset about everything. "It looks a mess, but everything is replaceable. No lives were stolen." Reaching up, she kissed his cheek gently, a smile on her face. "So let's salvage what we can, eh?"

"Speech"

The Warlord shifted slightly, making room for Isa as she leaned against him. He rested his head against hers. His eyes roaming over the cavern, with puddles across the earth, broken pottery, wrecked shelving and the steady growing of a bad sort of smell. Mildew and mould.

He let a flicker of a smile ghost his face as Isa reached over and kissed him. “You're a culinary genius, do you think you could see what you can salvage? I’m going to pull out all the shelving and debris and see if I can air this place out” He suggested, looking down at the little wolf beside him. “I guess you’ve been thrown into the deep end, my Lady of War”

"Speech"

They fit so nicely together. Seated beside Sirius, Isa felt completely safe and content. They were out in the open today where others could see them but the current events were so draining and disastrous that neither of them cared. The entire pack was exhausted and recovering from the traumatic event. The little blue woman was determined to help them all.

Sirius spoke again, complementing her cooking prowess. Isa chuckled and looked up to him, a little thrill going through her when he called her his Lady of War. "I shall lay siege upon the stomachs of the entire pack, my liege." Her accented tones were dramatic, but she couldn't stifle the soft laugh after. "I'll salvage what I can," she promised. Kissing his cheek again.

"Speech"

He couldn’t help it. A laugh worked its way out from under his melancholy, and he shook his head at her, the laughter still settling comfortably between them. He kissed her back, aiming this time for her lips. Today, he didn’t care who saw them. His children deserved to know the right way, but he needed the comfort he gained from her. He needed her.

“If anyone can gain victory today, it’s you” He told her, his words equally as dramatic, matching her energy. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her. Brushing one last kiss against her cheek before making his way further into the storage, where he could start tearing apart the shelves for easier removal.


"Speech"

Reluctantly, Isa released her hold on Sirius and they somewhat parted ways. He went to tend to his task and she began sifting through the remnants of the food stores. A lot of it had already been waterlogged and had taken on a musty smell, but she could fix it.

Marshal was flying overhead and Isa called out to the vulture, asking him to come down so that she could make a request. The closest allied pack was Valta, she believed. Isa asked the bird to fly to Valta and bring back as much salt as he could carry. Meat stored in salt wouldn't rot. It would dry up and could be stored for a long time. She thanked the bird as he took the the skies once more. She'd be sure to save him some choice bits.

Once that was taken care of, Isa started tearing the meat into big chunks. She had gathered a bunch of somewhat dry wood and built a fire, though it took longer than usual. Once the fire was going, Isa looked about for the giant stone cauldron that she used for stew. Of course it was toppled upside down, but at least it wasn't broken. She couldn''t move it on her own, so the fae peeked into the storage den to call for Sirius. "Could youuuuu... help me with this, please? Put those big, strong muscles to use?"

"Speech"

The companions had been told to treat Isa’s request like his own, so when Isa summoned him, Marshal came. When she sent him to their allies in Valta, he went. The Warlord cracked a large, water-logged shelf in two, and started piling some of the wreckage on the flat of one of the sides. He looked up from his work as Isa came closer. He nodded, rolling his soldiers and following her to the cauldron.

He put his shoulder against it and pushed. Moving slowly and carefully as he pushed the large cooking appliance onto its feet. Careful not to throw it too hard that it would fall again. Once it was right, he moved to drag it. “Where do you want it?” He asked.


"Speech"

Sirius wasted no time in coming to help her and damn, was she glad that he did. As the dire giant manhandled the cauldron, Isa watched intently. Once he was done, she found that she was quite hungry, but not for food. Though a smidge older than she was, Sirius was still very much a looker. The blue fae watched the muscles ripple beneath his dark coat and her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.

So distracted was the woman that at first her lover's words didn't register. "Hmm?" she asked before her brain caught up with his words. "Oh, uh... Over here." She led him to where she'd started the fire and indicated that he should put it there. Isa had intentionally made the fire small so that she could make it larger once the big stone pot was in place.

Once Sirius had rolled the pot to the place where she'd asked, Isa sat on her haunches, brought both front paws up to either of the man's cheeks and brought him in for a thorough kiss. She pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "Your reward, my liege." There was fire burning in the woman's icy eyes and it was no secret what she was thinking, but she would refrain from taking advantage of the man. They had work to do.

"Speech"

A smile graced the old wolf's lips when he noticed the distraction in her answer, and where her eyes lingered. Considering the last few days the pack had had, blowing off steam was sounding more tempting by the minute. He gave her a distracted look of his own, his lids lowering a little. It was clear where his thoughts were taking him.

Before he could get too distracted, he did as she bid heaved the giant cauldron across the fire. Careful not to send any sparks anywhere. Not that it mattered, the pack was so damp that there was nothing to catch alight.

When he pulled back from the work, Isa caught up to him. Placing her paws across his skin as she graced him with a kiss. He caught at her with a paw of his own, holding her to him. A growl slipped past his lips as he looked down at the beautiful woman in his arms. “Don’t you? I’m a selfish bastard, I need a little more than that” He teased her

"Speech"

As Sirius grabbed her, Isa couldn't help a soft gasp of pleasure from escaping. She liked it a little rough and seeing the desire burning in his own blue eyes stoked the fires within her even more. "We have work to do, Warlord," she reminded him softly, though the pads of her paws were gently tracing the lines of his jaw. Isa tilted her head ever so slightly and her tongue flicked out, dragging over Sirius' bottom lip, then the edge of his long, saber fang. "What if I promise you a greater reward later?" Behind her, Isa's tail swished lazily back and forth. It had been a long time since someone had excited her so. Sirius did a damn good job of it, too.

"Speech"

He groaned as she brushed her paw against the lines of his jaw. Her feathery touch leaft sparks in its wake. Her tongue was just as teasing, pulling at his bottom lip. His breathing had already started to quicken, and he tightened his grip against her. “Work?” He asked, as if he had forgotten entirely what they were doing. Perhaps he had. Perhaps he had forgotten everything but her. Certainly he wanted to.

“What if I don’t let you go?” He challenged her, moving his head to nip at her ear, teasing it across his fangs. He raised his second forepaw, and wrapped that around her too. Holding her tightly against him. Giving her no room to escape.


"Speech"

Again Sirius manhandled her, pulling her roughly against him and Isa, despite her age, released a peal of girlish laughter. Sirius made her feel young. He made her feel desired and oh so womanly. The fae slid her cheek along his, her mouth close to his ear. She whispered in sultry, accented tones, "If you don't let me go, I'll have to take advantage of you here and now." Her own teeth nibbled the man's ear gently. "What a shock that would be for the pack."

With his forelegs up and around her and Isa pressed in against Sirius' chest, a mischievous look flashed on her face and she quickly dropped low, ducking out of his grasp. Isa skirted backwards, putting the cauldron between them. The fae's tail curled above her spine and lashed playfully. Her body was tensed, ready for flight if he chose to pursue her. "Are we just going to let this food rot?" She tilted her head in question. "Imagine how good we'll be together after a long, hard day of wanting one another." Again there was heat in the woman's words. He brought out a very wicked side of her.

"Speech"

“Let it” He growled, life was too short to stress over what the pack would think of them. He had done such stressing regardless, but in the heat of the moment he found he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. He wanted her. He wanted her very, very much. If she hadn’t teased him, she would have been safe. But he wasn’t about to let her go that easily.

Despite his best inventions to hold her to him, she managed to slip out of his grasp. Having successfully distracted him before dropping and ducking away. He growled at her. Low, threatening as he lowered his body and watched her skim around the cauldron. He moved more slowly, stalking her. Taking his time. “The food will last another hour.” He told her, his own eyes lowered and mischievous. “I don’t plan to wait, Isa dear.” He told her. He turned suddenly, dashing the other way around the cauldron as he attempted to grab her.

"Speech"

Again Isa laughed, this time when Sirius told her to let the pack see them. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Naughty." From the opposite side of the cauldron, Sirius took on a new look. A predatory look. It tightened Isa's stomach and she bit her bottom lip for a moment. Sirius informed her that he didn't plan to wait and, just like that, he was after her.

Sirius ran around the edge of the cauldron and, maybe he thought she would race around to where he'd just been standing, but she didn't. Instead, Isa raced away from the cauldron, the food stores and Sirius. She was smaller and whip-quick. Dainty paws snaked through the Col, leading the man further and further from the common areas. That had been her plan all along. Wait? She knew that he couldn't. She also didn't want to wait. She did, however, want some privacy. What better way to get both of their blood pumping than a good, old fashioned chase? She was more than happy to be his prey.

"Speech"

As he darted around the cauldron, she was suddenly off in a different direction. Leaving her work behind as she tore through the Col. He was after her immediately, of course. His heavy paws pounding across the damp earth as he prioritised speed over stealth. She already knew he was coming, so there was no point with subtlety.

He was a heavy set wolf, and she was smaller, nimble on her paws. As he tore across the ground like a wrecking ball, she moved like a fog. Light and certain as she led him on a merry chase. He was already thinking of all the ways he could make her ‘regret’ forcing him to chase her. He was of course enjoying the hunt immensely. As she moved away from the common areas, he briefly lost sight of her. “Come out, come out little fox. Come out and play…” He called out to her. Slowing his steps as he ran a visual sweep through the area, looking for her.


"Speech"

The thunderous sound of Sirius' paws slamming into the ground as he gave chase pulled a peal of excited laughter from the blue woman. When was the last time that she'd felt so alive? Maybe it was the almost dying thing, but she was pretty sure that it was simply their chemistry together. The pair played off of one another expertly and, in moments like this... it showed.

The sound of his step slowed and Isa imagined that this was because she'd run out of his line of sight. Pawsteps slowed and the fae began tiptoeing further and further into the wilds. The voice of Sirius rang out, calling her playfully and Isa had to plaster a paw over her mouth to keep from giggling out loud. This was all too fun.

Isa recognized this area. If she kept him going for just a bit longer, there was a nice clearing right at the edge of a little stream. They'd had their fill of water, but the sound was lovely. Dark ears strained to hear his pawsteps. Once she thought she knew where he was, Isa rocketed away from him once more, twisting and turning around the ever thickening trees. Once she neared the clearing, she slowed just a bit. Blame it on her sore lungs, but she wanted him to catch her.
"Speech"

He moved slowly, stealthy now. After calling out, he moved away from that spot. Wanting to catch her unawares if she attempted to respond to him at any point. His eyes were narrowed with heat and lust, and he could feel it building in his belly. He was going to catch her, it was just a matter of time.

He turned immediately at a sudden rustle, and then saw her form bolt away. He was after her in a dash, shoving through the trees as he gained on her bit by bit. She started to slow, but he didn’t. As she neared the clearing, he caught up to her. He didn’t stop, exactly. He tackled her, his paws gentle as they wrapped around her and rolled. He was careful, and as they landed, her body fell onto his, having his own as a cushion. Her position above him didn’t last for long as he rolled again. Pulling her under him now that they didn’t have momentum to hurt her. His thickened coat had caught the worst of the earth skidding against him, and his quick breathing was both from the chase, and from the catch.

He trapped her beneath him, grinning down at her as he moved his paws. Grabbing at her own, and pulling her paws out on either side of her body. Holding her down with the weight of his own above them. “Got you, little rabbit.” He whispered, brushing his teeth against her jaw, nipping at her. Not entirely lightly, either. “Should I devour you slow, or quickly?”


"Speech"

Just as she entered the clearing, he was upon her. Isa shrieked with surprise and laughter as they rolled. Sirius was careful to shield her as they tumbled onto the ground. Even in the heat of the moment, he kept her safe.

They rolled to a stop and Isa was deposited on top. She grinned down at him but her victory was short lived. With ease, Sirius gripped her body and rolled them once more, leaving the blue woman laying on her back beneath him. Paws held her own captive and Isa's eyes were locked upon her lovers. Her heart beath hard again her ribcage and she couldn't stop the lazy swish of her tail.

A question was posed and Isa curled her neck, placing a lick to the bottom of Sirius' chin. Her voice was soft and breathy and she made no attempt to hide the lust and desire within her. "When we're together, we're both like rabbits, Warlord." Her tail shifted upwards, sliding across the most tender parts of him. "If you leave it up to me, quickly first, then slowly." What? He said that the food could wait. Let it wait.

"Speech"

-Mature-

He let out a rumbling purr of satisfaction as he looked down at her. Feeling her tongue on his chin. What was it with this woman, that he couldn’t get enough of her? He felt her tail brush against him, and he arched into her touch, breathing against her neck as he brushed his fangs lightly across her throat. “Mmm… I think I can do that, My War-rabbit.” he teased. He slid his hind legs down, fully opening up her body before he thrust down into her. Growling with possessive intent as he did so, timing the noise to the thrust.

He nipped against her throat, gripping it lightly between his teeth, causing her breath to stutter. But his movements were careful as he pushed her harder into the earth. His forepaws digging into hers, still trapped beneath him as he had his way with her. Fast, and hard, and so, so satisfying. His breath was a low and breathy growl of enjoyment. He released his pinched grip on her throat and dragged his teeth up the underside of her chin as he quickened his pace.



"Speech"

War-rabbit, was she? As Sirius joined their bodies, his deep growl reverberated through them both. An instant moan of pleasure ripped from the woman's throat and her spine bowed, pressing up into him. Isa hoped that it would always be like this. Instant fire. Instant passion. Her body, long untouched, ate up the attention that he lavished upon it. All of the attention both vanilla and otherwise.

Teeth closed around her throat and Isa inhaled sharply, her breath being cut off with a small gasping sound. The fae's body vibrated with ecstasy and she struggled against those teeth, though not to escape them, to press her skin harder against them. Isa liked a little bit of slap and tickle and she was a hardy woman so she wouldn't break.

Sirius kept a quick, hard pace just like she'd asked for and Isa was loving it. Little spots began to flood her vision due to lack of oxygen and, just when she thought the darkness would overtake her, Sirius let her loose. A massive gasp filled the air as Isa's lungs expanded, pulling in much needed oxygen. With that oxygen Isa released and almost screaming moan of pleasure. The coil within her tightened and tightened. Sirius had her right where he wanted her.

"Speech"