Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

he was minutely impressed by the effort with which the wolf controlled her terror -- he was a horrifying visage, and he knew it well. the clipped syllables of her first sentence go untranslated, for shardul knew no languages save that of the shared pidgin and his own tongue. "why, i want thee, dear heart," the argent cat purred, making for his own amusement a mockery of her inferred question.

slowly he continued down the slope toward her, uncaring if she ran. shardul would pursue nevertheless.