Nobody's prey

He made a soft, satisfied sound as she pressed kisses across his skin. He bore it for a moment and then wrapped his paws around her. Dragging the smaller wolf on top of him. Feeling the warmth of her burn through their coats. He pressed a kiss to her muzzle, brushing his tongue across either side of it. His body already responding.  It had been a long, dry year for him and he found himself aching for a repeat already. 


Instead, he lifted his muzzle from hers and spoke. "I want you at my side, Isa. I want you to share in what I have. But I need to know that the authority that comes with it means something to you. That if I give you power over these wolves you will fight for them. Listen to them, and stand up for them." The Armada was everything to him. He had been it's leader now for longer than he had ever been anything else.