*shrug* no idea...
Chapter 6
When she woke up again the bouncing feeling was gone. Tilla moved slightly and felt that she was laying on something soft; a nest of some sort and it was comfortably warm. She was still too weak to open her eyes fully and her vision was nothing but a blur. Still she managed to look around a bit; she saw a lot of brown colors, meaning she was most likely in burrow of some sort. This confused her; whose burrow could this possibly be? A female's? But a female wouldn't have been strong enough to carry her back...
Suddenly she heard something move close to her and she froze instinctively, closing her eyes.
"It's ok..." a soft male voice said, "I won't hurt you."
"Who...?" Tilla managed to say.
The voice chuckled slightly, "That's not important right now. You just rest and conserve your strength. I'll be back shortly."
She heard him move again, this time away from her; heading out of the burrow she guessed. But this confused her even more...a male...helping her? No it couldn't be...it had to be a different race or something, a single male arctic drakkic would never help her...not during the hardest time of the year...
Her weak body and tired mind got the best of her and she fell asleep....
Some time later she was awakened by someone nudging her.
"Wha…?" she mumbled.
"It's just me." the male voice said, "Here...try to eat something."
She felt something press against her lips; it was warm and moist and her nose told her it was meat. Her hunger flared up and she took the meat into her mouth; after a bit of chewing she swallowed.
"There we go." the male voice said and she felt another piece press against her lips; she ate that piece to. This continued until she couldn't eat anymore.
"Full..." she managed weakly and turned her head away from another offered piece.
"Ok, don't want to force you." the male voice said and she heard him move away a bit. Then she heard him eating what was left of what ever it was he was feeding her. After a short while she heard him approach her again and she felt him start to groom her.
Memories of her now dead mate flooded back into her mind and she whined softly, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She forced the memories to the back of her mind and let the soothing sensation of being groomed put her to sleep...
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