This is our make or break it

She listened for the sound of approaching footsteps, instead the echo of his nails against tile seemed to get father away. He confirmed this by stating he would go upstairs without her and that Bigs could do a better job at guarding her. She laughed at this, though, as Bigs was fast asleep by this point, having fallen into such a state by waiting for their discussion to be over. Flattening her ears against her skull, Atreyu peered around the corner just in time to get tackled by Azriel. Rolling them so that he was on his back, Atreyu wasted no time in making the pin. Laying her weight over his frame, Atreyu aimed to trap him in his own game, gently nipping at his forelimbs and giggling as she did so.

Teenage hormones were acutely aware of the intimate position, but fearless as she was, Atreyu would not shy away from it. These sort of games would only serve to strengthen the newly forming branch of their already close bond. After so much had happened, Atreyu still felt close to him and to her family, but there were changes that had happened. Even Azriel seemed different, his way of moving had even morphed into something more cautious, more guarded. Atreyu felt the same, though she refused to let it show. The demon king might be the one wolf she truly feared, but one day she would have her revenge. "Bigs is a bit of a stick in the mud though," she said, gently reaching out to boop his snout with covered claws. "You are much more fun." The words were said with a laugh and she made to try and get out of his grasp, knowing good and well that if he chose to hang on, she wouldn't get away from the demigod.

"Atreyu" || "Azriel"