Sorcha was half aware of the weight upon her and the now spent member that remained inside her, she was partially aware of the scents that now filled the room. Of herbs unknown to her, scents from distant lands that they had passed when she was bound. Of course this young woman could not understand the words this man spoke to her just as he did not understand hers, yet his seed had been placed over her belly and was also inside her.<br/><br/>Green eyes… Grass eyes, the pict crooned as she nibbled at his neck with the same teeth that had so recently bitten off an ear; she was gentle, almost, and her voice soft. For now Sorcha’s mind was clouded and she was confused as the half world and reality still mingled together and joined as a strange amalgamation, she remembered her mate and the pleasure he had offered before going to kill the metal men.<br/><br/>The wolves still sang to her, though the howls were becoming less clear - they were fading now.<em>Too hot… Too hot… Grass eyes…</em>There was no wind here…<em>Too hot… No air…</em>Yet, however hot she was Sorcha took in the scents in the room and enjoyed the closeness of a mate so close to her. Her hands travelled over his body, exploring it, trying to understand him yet her home called…<br/><br/>The slam of the door made her start and her eyes opened though for now she could not fight. Everything was still blurred though she started to come around. As yet thou the pict was not violent, the experience had it seemed stilled her a little for the moment. Though for how long was another matter. She needed to warn her people of the hydra…