there is a cry in the darkness, yet no-one hears it, and that's the way she wanted it, she thought it would save face. but really, shame has swelled inside of her, she blames herself when its the other cats fault, but now she needn't worry, the wolf is hungry, and a scent is strong.

uummmm- fresh blood never felt so sweet, a pool at my feet, it shows the true colour of my reflection. wonderful contortions

the wolf smiles as best as a wolf does, then selects a mask from the ancient galleries, and places it on his face as a lover would place their hand on true loves breast. gently