Wheeling Gull Isle hike up your skirt a little more

The male came closer. Doe did not try to stop herself from sinking into his nearness. Her body grew more hunched and compact, but at the same time seemed to relax and unwind. Someone else was in charge, all of the sudden. A heavy yoke was suddenly lifted from the shewolf's shoulders, and she revelled in its absence with a half-mad breath of laughter. But he was asking her questions, and the way the answers evaded her caused her to tense up once more.

"She did," she said softly, respressively. This was the correct response, she knew, even if the woman could not put a name to this mysterious She. "She... she took them from me," the woman went on, her eyes clouding. Something else threatened to take over - something looming and ominous - but Doe fought back against it, shoving the reigns toward Stockholm once more.

"Please," she whimpered, pressing herself physically against him, still huddled and small.