blood and starlight

He did not expect her to jump up and wash it off that very second and if she had — well maybe not jump considering the action alone might be enough to force her into labor — he would have coaxed her back to his side before she got very far. Ragnar, himself, was too comfortable, with his wife resting against him, his body slowly unwinding from the heat of battle. He felt cooler now, the medicines she had slathered on his wounds working, and beyond that he was contented to just relax and enjoy this moment, here, with her. Not something Ragnar did a whole lot of given his penchant for always keeping busy with something. “It is about time they come and say hello,” Ragnar jested with her lightly, reaching down to draw his tongue across one of her forepaws, tasting the metallic tang of his blood on it, too. “And once they are born and your body recovers we can practice for your next season.” He teased her with a mischievous and carnal glint in his eye.