Big Salmon Lake dribble

[size=large]The woman feigned disgust - Vlad was neither convinced of nor offended by it, and her refusal to play ball only made her more desirable. On a better day, he might have forced himself upon her, but he was alone and recovering from injury - and she was evidently part of a group, if her next question was anything to go by. Vlad was not a smart wolf, but he had failed at self-preservation enough times to know that one versus many was not good odds.

"I show you," he lied, stepping towards her and winking his good, yellow eye. "For price."[/size]