Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

If they had met under different circumstances he was not sure he would still want her as much. But she was broken and his to care for. Kalganov had controlled and was capable of making sure nothing went wrong — his biggest fear. So when silence wrapped around them and she did not lash at him, he continued with his grooming. He cleaned the matted fur the best he could as the stale blood tainted his tongue. It was not a desirable taste but he had certainly tasted worse.

His tongue even groomed the parts not tainted in blood around the wounds, just to make sure he did not miss a single spot. He was precise and meticulous in his grooming of her fiery fur. It was a shade so bright against his mostly pale form.

Are you still cold? Kalganov asked in a hushed tone as he ceased his grooming, his head and neck hovering just over her shoulders.