With all the force of a great typhoon

The coat fit her well. He had made it as an extra for one of his growing kids. She was so slim, that a child's coat fit her well. If he managed to get her to fill out, he would need to get her something new. Unbidden, an image of his Wife flashed before his eyes. In her later years, before his last litter had been born, she had been so gaunt. Scarcely eating, and letting the flesh melt from her bones. He shook away the image before it could consume him.

She started a slow shamble walk. Her legs were tense, and it showed in her jerky stride. But she was trying, there was no denying that. He watched her for a moment. Watched the way she circled, uncertain, and uncomfortable. He needed to push her a little more. Inch her out of her comfort zone. He knew just the way to do it. He stopped moving. Holding himself still, and loose. “Alright, now close in. pick a target on my body, and go for it. I want to see some teeth. Draw blood. That’s an order, Adelina” He said, his voice lowering into a husky growl. Trying to beat the resistance he fully expected.


"Sirius Fatalis"