Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

a whoop broke the relative still of the forest: iliksis paused, feeling a chill along his spin as he brought himself about and turned to face the creature responsible for the noise. a white wolf, cut lean and cold -- despite the normal warmth one would associate with the firelight that licked buffalo's eye, iliksis could detect no heat in it -- and the other seemed as flat and as dangerous as a frozen lake.

he stiffened in the presence of the male. not for the blood that garnished his pale features, nor the gregarious nature in which he seemed to approach him, but for the fact iliksis was still at large, and wanted for his crimes. the man spoke and iliksis thought for a moment he had misheard him. "a whore?" he repeated, finding the comparison somewhat humorous. "a whore sleeps with you and leaves you in the morning. this winter is the sore she leaves with you."