It all came crashing down

Acceptable? Really? She perked her ears up at him, her tail weakly swayed over the furs. She was so... so tired, but Wylan said she needed to be awake.

No climbing. Yep, No more climbing for this one. She held his gaze and gently shook her head in agreement. It turns out she was not related to cats and could not land on her feet from a height. She didn't need to do another experiment for that.

Ignita tilted her head again and frowned, squinted, confused, the spare room of his den? HIS den? She was brought here? Who brought her here? Did Wylan bring her here?

"Your den? Who brought me here? And... my heat? Is that a fever? Something with my... concussion?" She asked, completely oblivious. No one had ever taught her the fine art of... conceiving. The poor girl was stolen as a child and raised as the brunt of a bad joke, while also being spoiled as her adopted(read kidnapper) parent's favorite back in the deserts of the mainland.

She could never be anyone important.

"Ignita"