Blackfeather Woods Drink me

His soft affection had started to calm the tremors running through her body, and she drew in his scent the second her face was in his fur again. He was here, and she knew she was safe.  

When he spoke again, his words were harder than they had been before—not angry but serious. She knew he wanted her focus, but it was hard to do that. Her brain was taking things in and jumbling them all around, making it hard to really understand what he asked. But trees. There were trees. Yes, a lot of trees—so many trees— her breathing picked up again. —And so many eyes. She pressed her face harder into his fur, pulling in his scent again to calm herself.