Duskfire Glacier testing my patience

the rest she so desperately sought after her nights spent on pleasure would be interrupted by a thunderous roar. she hadn't just a moment to even turn to face the mouth of her den when faust was upon her. crushing her beneath his newfound weight and prowess. in a different instance, she would've welcomed it. but this?

his jaws snap, his spit and fury flying. her throat burns as she struggles to gasp for air beneath his punishing touch. she thrashes, managing to turn herself onto her back, her strong hind legs shooting upward, paws landing onto the tautness of his belly. ivory claws digging into flesh, while her hands braces against his shoulders.

fury burned in his eyes; an anger she'd never witnessed. but she did not cower; she would not. with a snarl of her own, her teeth snap just short of his nose, her eyes lit with her own fire. who the fuck was he to interrupt her sleep? what had she done wrong?

his voice booms, near deafening.

"you could have at least said hello," she sneered, voice dripping with sardonic intent. he thought she would fear him?

"what the fuck are you on about, faust?" svalla growled, though winded. was he that jealous, that angry that she had slept with another man? or was this something else? "this better be worth my fucking time."