Drums... drums in the deep

He watched quietly as she moved forward, the slight limp reminding her that their search would have to be concluded for the day. When she placed her paw in his, he held it very gently, and looked at her in surprise. “To live a life with you in it. To watch you become the wolf you were supposed to be before your pack suppressed you. “ Her knowledge and outlook of the world was delightful, and he would help that flame grow. To catch kisses in dark corners… Heat touched his cheeks and he pushed the thought away. His paw that held hers steady and gentle despite his thoughts.

He thought of the sounds she had made when he had nipped her neck and back. It was going to be… a very long journey to work on learning to live with her without... partaking. He placed his free paw over hers, cupping it between them. “Let’s get you back to the Armada, so Ollie can look at your paw.” He said, and so this dark cave didn’t tempt them any further down this path.

"Basilisk Fatalis"