Bearclaw Valley moreau's golem

he was driven, in that moment of pure carnality, to pursue his deepest desires - even the ones that ultimately took him away from his greatest ambitions - but the mention of indra took the spell from him. it reminded him of his task, his duty, and that mona, more than anything else, was just a distraction. a beautiful, intoxicating, terrible distraction.

the wolf rolled his shoulders, chin aloft and already turning in the direction of their superior's densite. "as you wish," he purred, beckoning the darling after him with a slender flick of his tail.