A Song of Ice and Fire

Something was wrong.

The spring rains had danced in and out of the Col all season. Days of wet and days of dry. The early hours of morning brought with it a steady downpour. A soothing sound in the ear of the Consort of The Armada. It pulled her into a deeper soothing slumber. A low rumble sounded in the distance as she began to dream. She twitched and mumbled in her sleep.

The downspout of rain began to intensify. The splashes echoed through the Warlords quarters and a flicker of light danced down the cavern halls, followed by a growing growl of thunder. Dawn had yet to break and still, the rain fell with growing vigor.

A voice began to groan then fade. At first low and quiet, covered by the sounds of the storm outside. Ignita pressed into the Warlord's fur, still ensconced in a world of dreams. Her paws braced against his side, her body too large and heavy with pups to snuggle under his head between his paws. A groan emanated from her sleepy maw again then faded.

A flicker of light flashed from outside immediately followed by a thunderous crash and a blood curdling scream. Her breaths came in short bursts. Her back arched against the growing pain.

She gasped. Awake now. The dawn was barely an hour away. Her breaths ragged and shakey she stood and circled within the nest she had made on the bed. It was happening. It was happening now and she was trembling.


"Ignita"