You own me like whispers in poetry

His bird's distraction only went so far. As Thunder climbed the skies once more, Ignita took her available time to think. Forgetting the first lesson he had taught her. How to empty her mind and respond, instead of letting her thoughts freeze her. He thought he was going to have to step in when her companion put herself in the path of the pig.

Ignita leaped into action, her need overwriting her mind. She tore at her prey, bleed it and hurt it until it went on the retreat. She didn’t let it escape. Instead, she grappled it and tore into its throat. The pigs thrashing only increased the bleed out until it expired.

Basilisk gave the possum a gentle pat, acknowledging a job well done. She made her way over to Ignita, stepping through the blood until he could place a paw gently over her shoulder and look at her. He refrained from kissing her, knowing her adrenaline was up. He didn’t know what mind space she was in yet.