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The dark woman had taken easily to the demon's caves, careful not to seem too pleased with them when the demon was near. When he was away, however, she laid about them like some conquering queen. She'd helped herself to the nearest caches; the fish heads piled in the corner were evidence enough of that. Mannoah kept them to mask the scent of the demon, for it called to her like nothing ever had before. Though strong and foul, the smell did little to ease her aching - and when the demon returned to his haunt, the woman was waiting for him at the mouth of the den, bottom ensconced within the sandy entrance, but snipy muzzle and long, thin forepaws still poking out.

Eyes like the sun tracked his movements in a way that was almost lazy; but any fool would see the hungry and fearful sheen of them, and the demon was obviously no fool.

Mannoah watched him for a moment longer before retreating inward, tail swishing in silent invitation as she disappeared completely into the dark maw of the cave.