Drums... drums in the deep

A sound escaped her throat as he softly admonished her with a growl. She turned her face away as he inspected her twisted ankle, her ears pinned ashamed against her skull, her eyes trying to hold back another wellspring of tears. She was so tired of crying over one thing or another. How weak of her to leak over every little thing.

He didn't mean for this to happen. No, of course not, neither did she! Maybe when she was half delirious with hormones from last season when was thoroughly in heat, did she suggest such a plan or make it an option then? Was this all her fault? Was she the one to put this in his head?

His intentions were now waylaid, his greed to keep her close was all that kept her enslaved. At the soft touch upon her sore ankle, she finally looked a him. His blue eyes were below her for the first time. Which must have taken some effort for him.

His whisper stole her breath, her chest heaved below her chin and urged her closer. A single despairing tear wet her cheek as she tilted her head at him. The blooming inferno within her was as hot as the bonfire in the Col.

"Oh Hazel... how awful..." to have him here, so close, "We can't..." She could nearly taste his breath. Her strong paw slowly inched forward toward one of his saber teeth to lightly brush the enamel. She remembered the thrill and the fear that had shivered through her spine when he had pressed this saber against her cheek the day he claimed her for Armada. Would he claim her for himself today?
"There must be..." another way, something else... "Give me away..." It would be the only option. "Send me away... for a little while..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes pleading with him. Pleading to send her way or take her, she didn't know.

"Ignita"