Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

“Your tongue, your eyes, a leg, or your life,” he growled in a simple voice.
 
She had asked a question of the hound, and he was willing to offer an answer. Ithrik found this game to be far more fun than his original plans. One way or another, he would be taking some piece of her and he believed that he had found the best way to pick it. Pulling himself back from her a few paces and staring at her with intense orange optics, the devil snickered in a rasping tone and shook his pelt. Goosebumps had lined his flesh and were forming on the back of his skull.
 
“You pick.”