We made these

Ignita closed her eyes as she felt his cuff across her nose. Her ears were flat as she looked up and then away from him. She wiped a tear away as she noticed his movements. She looked up again at him as he prepared for something.

She was suddenly pulled upright. "Wait the-!" She protested but he blatantly ignored any of her words. She saw the litany of companions settling comfortably and protectively around the babies. He had set it up so they would be fine. She was dragged out of the den, roughly but not overly so, just enough to make it clear she had no choice, hurting enough to make her move. He dragged her bodily into another den, away from listening ears and prying eyes. Alone. She hadn't been truly alone with him since they were born. She gasped as he pushed her inside.

His snarl reverberated into her chest and she caught her breath. You. Are. Mine. overwhelmed her senses, he towered over her, a threat, a promise, and a lustrous desirous need in his dangerous cerulean eyes. Finally, their voices could be shared out loud together.

"But what keeps you from..." Tears choked her voice again, but her voice was loud in defiant grief, "From growing more attached to them? What if you don't want me anymore?" She trembled under his paw as the deep truth tumbled out of her chest.

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"