Kintla Flatlands Dirty vibe

Lecter chortled. I do not plan to return. He watched with glee as the dark wolf sniffed at his offering, and subsequently raised his voice to the shaman. Teeth showed in a brazen grin. It is a toy — for children. It was most certainly not a toy, and neither could Lecter have known that the blackfur had pups; he meant his words to be chilling.

With that, he turned and loped away, glancing behind himself for time to time to see if the other would give chase or let him alone. He would not go towards the Mount if such happened; he would dash in another direction. No one need know who his mistress was — not yet.

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