Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

Once on her, the devil clamped tightly to her nape and bucked wildly against her hocks with a feverish swaying to his hips. The piebald hound was more than eager to put her in her place. It was dangerous, after all, to speak with strangers. Once the brute had finished his work, he pulled himself from her back and slunk a few steps away. The tangerine color of his gaze locked with her features as he searched for signs of distress or disbelief. His expression was vile and savage, contorting him into a fiendish monster; he rolled his tongue over his lips and drooled on the ground.