Lost little lamb

Ignita stayed curled up in his arms, and he rested his head lightly across her body, huffing a soft laugh as she squeezed one of her limbs as hard as she could. Which, admittedly, wasn’t that hard. They needed to work on her muscles. “We’ll start your self defence training in the morning.” He warned her. It would be their second attempt, but they understood each other a little better now. He had the mentality to be patient with her.

He nipped at her cheek fur, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of her. Comfortable, happy. It was hard to realise just how happy he was, actually. He decided to push their boundaries just a little further. She had left slavery far behind her. They were a mated pair, now. “Spring isn’t too far off now. I need to encourage some of the complacent members to push their way out of the apprentice ranks.” He wanted to share the burden of leadership. He wanted to hear her thoughts.


"Basilisk Fatalis"