Drums... drums in the deep

She could practically feel his darkening eyes feasting upon her. Her heart beat against her ribs like a bird in a cage. It felt like a rope clasped around her and bid her to draw nearer, nearer, nearer. She resisted, she held her paws still against the stones.

She stood before him. Her head inadvertently bobbed up and down as he licked his lips.
Her eyes of molten gold looked up at those lips with both hope and dismay

She trembled as he spoke, from fear, from change, from anticipation. She looked away as his tone grew frustrated and sharp. Her breath shuddered as she bit back a surprised sob when he told her she mattered.

There it was. All laid out before her.
She swayed after him as he turned away remarking on their initial reason they were here. She closed her eyes tight and tossed her head to the side, shaking it with consternation for a moment before she followed. The scent in his wake sending ripples of mixed emotions in a wildfire through her fur.

Cruelty, for them both perhaps. She didn't know what to say, what to do. He was danger and comfort all rolled up in a titanic entity. He loved her, he said in more words than that but it boiled down to he loved her as much as he loved Hazel. She was no dalliance to him, an equal in his heart in all but rank.

If they encoiled in such a trist, and she fell pregnant, what then? The pups would be bastards, would Hazel then take it on herself to run Ignita out or even... Kill her?

She stumbled over the metal rails, she let out a sharp gasp when her ankle twisted while it was caught and she crumpled. A mild sprain, but her heart was in agony.

"How could you do this to me..." Not the sprain, no her clumsy paws were too wrapped up in her own head, "How could you say as much, knowing it would rend me apart? Would it be her right to shred me to pieces if we...?" Her eyes glassy as she looked up.

Agony, she too felt torn. Would he deny her the blossoming affection she had for his hier as well?