what am I coming home to

Recluse was running at her. Aryn's tail tucked between her legs, her head lowering submissively as she tried in vain to call out to the alpha who charged her. "Please, Recluse, I was sic-" Her words were cut short as the heavy weight of Recluse collided with her smaller form. Aryn had never been attacked before - not like this - and there was not a shred of muscle memory in her body to defend against the assault. The wind was knocked out of her hard and she gasped like a fish out of water, struggling to find her breath beneath Recluse's strong form.

The pin was achieved quickly, and Aryn tucked her legs in tight to her chest as she stared up at her alpha's snarling jaws. "I'm -" She coughed. "- I'm sorry, Recluse. Please." Sorry's wouldn't do much, but Aryn wasn't sure what else to say. There was no excuse more true then simply her mind had been lost to the illness, and she'd been too afraid to return once she grew healthy once more.