Noctisardor Bypass Be my rest, be my fantasy

He wont go that easily… but there will come other things, too. Where is his breaking point? Where is her’s?

Her mind will proceed down the ‘what if’s’, and she realizes it’s the type of fear she might have sought to speak with Fig about back when she could call him her therapist instead of what they are now.

The dream of this past week recasts under a new light of reality. She hadn’t thought once about these implications, but they’re there now brimming on the forefront of her mind: the stress a pregnancy could add to the pack, Skáld’s certain belief that he is being replaced, her complete inexperience  with cubs and motherhood and how it would come to affect a child.

“We should head out soon,” She breathes, grazes his lips with her’s, and untangles their limbs to rise. She wanted a drink and to rinse in the creek before the journey.