Silver Creek scorched earth erotica

She could all but feel his emotions, a churn of dark energy that matched his pelt. She took stock of him, though he didn't carry any physical wounds the world's weight had cracked him down all the same. "I would ask the same of you," Rowan murmured, coming to sit next to him. She was tucked close, warmth shared with him as her pale eyes found his golden gaze. "You look like you have a lot on your mind." She offered, opening up the conversation as easily as she could. 

She wouldn't push him, although he'd be welcome to tell her as much or as little as he wanted to. "Something feels different," She admitted, her pelt just the slightest bit bristled, as if the charge in the air was something tangible and shifting. Did they feel different? Was it the world itself? First Amber, then Spring, then Natashe - all three sisters had ideals on breeding. She wasn't sure if her children were safe, although she'd been given no indication to the contrary.