I'll Keep You Safe

Iolaire's words came across to her firmly, and Zee felt her paws upon her face. She did her best to maintain the eye contact, though her gaze drifted off the healer sporadically to search the muddied walls for the dozenth time hoping for escape. "I'm listening." She insisted softly, though she still thought the alcove was a ridiculous death-trap.

Another crack of thunder sounded overhead, and the horned queen lunged forward to grab for her sister's thick furred neck. She aimed to take hold of the tough fur and drag her back swiftly into the alcove with her before she could change her mind about it's comparative safety. Once Iolaire was with her in the dry hole, she'd move further against the woman to bury her face within her fur. The sound of the rain shifted, from the splatters of puddles and mud to the dull thumps above. It sounded more like a den, and calmed Zee if only enough to listen to Iolaire's tale.

It was a sad story, and Zee felt the shame of cowering in her fur when the woman had obviously suffered worse in life. It was lucky that Deathbelle was a kind mistress and a true friend, or perhaps Zee's story would have been similar. She swallowed hard, doing her best to breath deeply and force relaxation into her quivering form. It was hard to ignore Iolaire's warning of the pups and their feelings, and she bit back a sob. "I think I'd rather be raped or murdered then have to stay out in a storm." Her whispered reply came, ashamed that her phobia was so deep rooted. "I know it sounds bad, but I can't imagine anything worse." Eyes squeezed shut, willing nature to end it's attack upon her. Even if Sirius showed up now, Zee doubted she'd have the courage to leave the alcove and go back into the storm towards the den.