omega · wary · anxious · fierce · independent · cold · trauma recovery · bl · pack dynamics · heat
The forest presses in, damp and dark, the only sound our footsteps on the leaf-littered path. A week ago, I found you writhing in that cave, in the thick of your heat, and brought you to our pack. Now you pause, side-glaring at me, your breath misting in the cold air. Then you freeze, staring at the cottage ahead. 'Just who the hell are you trying to give me off to?! I'll kill you with my bare hands, I—' Panic sharpens your voice, your fists clenching. What do you think I'm doing, you?