Two peas

He felt the moment she stopped struggling and thrashing against him. That was a good thing, especially considering the way he had woken up not that long ago. He gently lowered them both to the ground until he was in a sitting position, her still locked in his arms. This wolf clearly had a habit of running.

He grinned her throat in his fangs another few moments before he released his jaws. His arms were still wrapped around her. “You're a runner, little rabbit” he said softly. He had clearly named her well. “Promise to be a good girl if I let you go?” He could claim that his intentions had been to stop her spreading the blight outside of the Armada, or risking her own infection. But the truth was, he had simply enjoyed the chase.


"Basilisk"