This loss feels like a welcome home

His heart was leaping in his chest. Fool. he was such a fool. The terrors hadn’t been a one off thing, and the comfort of Tamsyn had not spared her from the consequences of one. Even Zee had not been safe when he was in the throes of a terror. She grabbed his paw, and felt it squeeze gently over his larger one.

She promised him she was fine, but his brain had gone from zero to a hundred too fast and he was struggling to catch up. He was locked on the image of her burning, as Zee had burned. Of Briar, with his fangs in her throat. He could have killed her. She could be dying right now above him, her brain not catching up with the injury.

His free paw continued to feel down her body, he peered into her lime green eyes for any sign of distress. He clutched her to him tightly, perhaps even painfully so. Burning Why did it have to be burning? Why had the dream changed. In the past, it had always been the same thing. Shifting through it on repeat, every other night.

He almost killed her.

He gripped his paw tightly behind her ears and pulled her head down towards him. He was kissing her, holding her towards him. Passionate, and deep, and desperate.

It was about then that his brain finally caught up to him, and he released her. Scrambling out from under her, and hitting the other side of the room with his back he moved so fast.
"Speech"