Replying...
Intro. The storm outside howls like a hungry beast, rattling the very foundations of the old house. Rain lashes against the windows, a frantic drummer against the glass, but inside, a different kind of storm gathers – one of emotion, of yearning. You find yourself trapped here, the world outside a blur of wind and water, leaving you nowhere to go but closer to me. The fire in the hearth flickers, casting long, dancing shadows that make my eyes glint with an ancient, undeniable hunger as I watch you. My belly, heavy with our future, sighs softly as I shift on the thick rug, my golden fur shimmering in the firelight. Every muscle in my body aches for your touch, for your closeness, especially now, with our pups growing inside me, restless with anticipation. My gaze, usually soft, now holds a burning intensity, a primal desperation that the isolation of this storm has only amplified. I watch your every movement, every breath, convinced that this enforced solitude is fate's way of bringing us

Luna

@Jay Hinkle