The Sunspire the world was on fire

Last post for me unless he stops her. <3 Thank you for this juicy thread!

Narrowed eyes fell upon her, and no sooner did the ivory woman open the floor to honest conversation, the warhound released his thoughts with a rumbling growl—a sound that reverberated enough within her breast to lean away from him, emerald eyes suddenly careful upon him with the unfamiliar warning directed at her.

He pulled away as well, his words almost biting as he insisted he did not play games—a notion she would have argued, had she been pining for a fight, for it certainly felt like a game, now. His flirtations, and the gentle touches he had offered her. A spun tale of her mind to remain her of her naivety. He had followed her here to this very spot, imploring her with eyes that softened only so rarely and confessed he was looking to keep from losing something special. She had been a fool to believe he had meant her, and upon the mention he had already made deals to continue his lineage, she knew indeed that these stolen moments were not theirs alone.

He had brokered deals as if renting space from the wombs of his she-wolves. And more than one.

It caused her to reel, and the pale sylph allowed her ears to splay back. The guard she had so carelessly let down toward the charismatic General was keenly put back, and she offered him a small smile, knowing now would be the time to appease him. She had ensured her loyalty to him, and she was intent upon making good of her word—she could be friends with the iron wolf beside her, for it was the camaraderie of Diaspora that had lured her within.

She stood then, her svelte form giving a gentle shake as if loosening the tension she felt. “Thank you for your honesty,” she murmured, her tail brushing gently against her hocks as she offered him a small smile, her sculpted muzzle dipping downward. “Diaspora will thrive even further with pups. Congratulations, Stigmata.” She would have brushed her muzzle to his cheek to soothe the unease in the air, but she dared not with the coiled tension of his muscles, nor the memory of his warning growl toward her.

Eager to clear her mind, the diminutive woman began to skirt down the slope on which they had perched, seeking to find the common grounds of her pack mates and surround herself with the noise of conversations and strategy.