you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She might have actually blacked out for a bit, the pain intensified as her consciousness surfaced again, or perhaps it was because of movement. She could feel her body being tugged around. For a whole second she thought she was back in the snow, her body moving with each pull and tear of the bear's teeth in her back.

But then the scent of Wilder was around her, and she remembered that she was in the Armada. Safe, healing, and not in the process of being eaten alive. She made soft little panting noises as Wilder dragged her onto his back. “If you..” -huff, huff “Wanted to be… a bottom. You should have said.” she managed to squeeze out through the pain.


"Speech"