Two peas

The scent of her was becoming familiar to him. Blending with Armada and Basilisk himself. Something that belonged to him, to protect and to control. He ignored the reactions of his body, knowing the wolf he truly craved was well out of his reach. Instead, he took her promise at face value and released his hold on her, spilling her gently onto the dark grass. That was the safer option for the both of them. He had scented a hint of her own arousal, and knew the chase had been exciting for her as well.

They had run far through the woods in their little mad dash, and were a decent distance from the cave they were supposed to be occupying. The woods themselves were oddly quiet. He couldn’t hear the hoot of an owl, or the movement of nocturnal critters through the undergrowth. He sat there in the quiet for a moment, waiting for the forest to stir around them.

The silence was unnatural, and wrong. He patted her lithe shoulder with a colossal paw. “Come, we need to head back.” He told her. Good eyesight or no, even he couldn’t tell if the trees around him were sick in this darkness. “And Yara? No hunting in the woods. understood?”


"Basilisk"