the blinding light that plagues their dreams

Morgan · March 07, 2019, 12:29 PM

It was clear she was nervous, timid, a panther turned doe with something like this ailing her now. It was something he wanted to desperately alleviate her woe from, but there was nothing he could do but offer her words, food, cleanings, paw rubs, water, and a handsome ass fuckboi of a bodyguard.

“Three weeks? Shit. That’s must been around a good while after we first got dug in here. Least the babies was conceived in a good spot, huh?”

He brought a forelimb around her, gently pulling her closer to him and his warmth. Maybe it was a bit cold for her? She needed all the warmth she could get in these times. “You want anything at all? A fish? Some water? A hug? To be called pretteh? Foot rub? Some deer leg? Sleep?” He didn’t know what to give her other than the world.