Just you and me, baby

His eyes fluttered closed at the soft feel of her paw against his fur. Already she was a balm against his illness, and much of the pain of it seemed to carry away. His eyes flicked open again as she flicked his nose and he snorted softly at her. Playfully snapping at the offending paw, though he didn’t put much movement or effort behind it.

He rested his head against her again. He thought he could hear the soft movements of them inside of her, but perhaps he simply fancied it. He wiggled his nose into her fur and licked her belly. “My Ignita. My children. All of you are mine, and there's no escape now.” He growled softly at her, a wicked grin on his maw. Ruined somewhat by sniffling as he struggled with the symptoms of the blight. He had completed his promise to her, he had made her his Consort before they were born. Their children would be royalty within the pack.