Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

She spoke first, and not out of fear, but out of interest. Ithrik slowed and watched her with wide citrine eyes. His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, drizzling slobber through the air and along the earth. Her tone beckoned to him, but he lost some interest in her for this. He preferred to take it from those who did not desire it; he enjoyed the pain and fear. The devil did not stop his saunter in her direction. He stretched out like a shadow at sundown, appearing lengthy and looming. He did not answer her question, but instead moved to stop himself only a few inches from her figure. He wanted to feel the length of his hairs against her own. He wanted to know if there was a taste of fear in her excitement.