The Bracken Woods [m] marrow sliver

i only want you to be careful.
red leaf shudders beneath his touch, feeling the delicate pulse beat against his wrist and the weight of his muscled arm against her ribs. sometimes, when he is like this, she feels as though she cannot breathe.
cen speaks of pregnancy. she had always wanted children. she just never imagined it would be like this. i think my season may arrive soon, she purls, gaze fixing on the space between the trees; rancid iron lingers on his breath, and she buries her face further into their bedfurs. i do not want to travel so much when i'm with child. it could be bad for the babes.
her heart skips a beat. how far out do the flesh-eaters live? if they are near, if he had brought her into the mouth of danger so callously — i trust you to take us somewhere safe from them.