We made these

She knew exactly how to distract him, and he was almost drawn from his thoughts by her daring kiss. The feel of her breath against his skin was stirring things. But his words it seemed were distraction enough for them both. Her reply was one of surprise, and her surprise was unexpected. He knew she had been afraid, and in pain, for much of the birthing. Surely that wasn’t an experience she relished going through again.

“Or the next litter could all be Citadel’s sized.” he told her as patiently as gently as he could but there was a finality in his words. ‘I chose you Ignita. You are mine. and I won’t lose you so easily.” he said, a bite of steel in those few words. He raised a paw, and pressed it gently against her own. A gesture of comfort, or of control? His claws were like a cage around her fragile paw. “No.” He said again, holding her there. “You will not be put at risk like that again. If we want children in the future, there will be another way. Another we could risk.” Someone he did not care about as strongly as he did Ignita.