Lost little lamb

He growled possessively in her ear, moving with her, claiming her. His clawless pads pressed into her shoulders. But, no matter how much he lost himself inside of her, he did not press too much of his weight down upon her, nor forget the promise he had made her take before this.

When he was close, he pressed his lips down to hers, and spoke around her muzzle. “Ignita.” He gasped. “I love you.” It was a good thing they had found a tea that worked for her, the two wolves were proving to be desperately hungry for each other. He plopped down gently beside her, gasping, sated, sleepy. He pulled her gently onto his chest, feeling his quickly thumping heart against her skin. He absentmindedly ran a paw down her cheek, even as he lay with his head back against the furs.


"Basilisk Fatalis"