Stone Circle i do not deserve to be a phoenix, i deserve to be consumed

She lets out a low growl and the northerner’s salmon pink tongue lashes against his jowls. There the spark was. It lit up bright and then vanished as she smothers it just as quick as she shifts, pulling herself into a tighter ball. “You show me a flicker of your flame and yet —” but Wardruna never finishes his thought aloud. He does not feel that he needs to. Still, he can’t help the smugness that radiates from him; a twisted sense of pride washing over him that he’d managed to get a growl from her. Perhaps she was not as hollow as she first thought herself to be. A hollow thing would not care. “Get up. It is time to eat.” He speaks in a softened command before he slinks from the den, stretching in full once he’s clear, right eye squinting against the sun as it burns bright and golden in the early morning sky.