Blackbeak Bluff My luck, my love, my God they came from pain

He smiles as she now resembles a young doe finally noticing she was surrounded by a pack of wolves. A chance to flee was there, if the doe wanted to flee, but it would not be easy for it to lose its predator. The man stalks a little closer to her, holding his strange head tipped to the side, not bothering to try and hide the mess of blue fur on his throat.

Do you, perhaps, know where I can find a woman worthy enough of my mhhhmm company? He purrs rather innocently for him. Or are you, perhaps, that woman?