Black Morass i. wanderlust

cameo

hidden in the shadows, ione's gaze lingered on the two men, her presence concealed by the cloak of winter's gray light. the brute was young, confident, his arrogance lighting him like a flame. rippling muscles, a bold tongue—he carried himself with the energy of a wolf who had yet to meet his match. a strong man, she thought, admiring the raw potential of youth.

but her husband, kovictus, was unmatched. scarred, steadfast, the embodiment of dominance tempered by wisdom. his words rolled like thunder, low and gruff, each syllable heavy with the weight of his experience. even as the trespassers postured and flexed, she saw the truth. her kovictus was a mountain beside the boy’s eager blaze.

a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips. the trespasser, for all his bravado, would do well under kovictus’s command. a stalwart breeder for her little star, @Genevieve, perhaps. but no more than that. her gaze lingered on kovictus a moment longer, pride swelling in her chest as she remained a silent witness to the exchange.

the young may have their fire, but the dominus was the storm.