Stavanger Bay Spirit cold

He stammered out a reassurance that he would not touch her against her will. Before Sharkbait could think of relaxing any (not that it was likely), he followed up with a threat. The youth swallowed thickly. She was not thinking of running and she didn't mean to disobey. She couldn't help herself. Her entire world was blurry and confusing, tinged with fear, and this wolf was perhaps the most frightening of all.

Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips. In response to his direct question, she shook her head numbly. She still didn't move closer to him, yet she didn't turn tail and run either. If he stayed where he was, then so would she. If he came closer, she wasn't sure she could stop herself from running, which sounded like it would end badly. Sharkbait hovered there in precarious, uncomfortable and nerve-wracking limbo.