holding my breath // kenny & korra
Korra hummed happily when Kenny shifted closer, though it came out as more of a croak. She tried to lift her arms to hug the other wolf closer but was rewarded with a sharp pain that bit into her wrists instead. The beta hissed with frustration and the sting of it. She tried moving her feet, but they were bound too. “M’fine,” she lied. Korra twisted her head around, squinting at the rest of the room. The other wolves were groaning, some struggling against their restraints, and a few just coming to. This was bad. Dark eyes swept back to Kenny. “H-how are you? You hurt?”
Kenny whimpered softly as the beta tried to move, hated seeing her good friend in pain, even if it was one they all shared in now. She knew for certain that Korra was far from fine -- they all were. They were in deep shit, and even if none of them could remember what happened or where they were, it was obviously a bad situation. Blunt nails dug into her palms behind her back, fighting the urge to rage against the chains that kept her from wrapping around her friend. "S-same as you," she rasped out quietly, nudging forward carefully until she was tucked beneath Korra's chin. A warm place, a safe place. "I'm scared, Korra..." The other wolf didn't know of hers and Kyle's history, but god, how this took her back there...
