Snowforest Taiga éphémère.

No knowledge? Perfect. There would be no one to tell of her disappearance because — the maniac laughed in the halls of his own mind, wicked and unforgiving — no one knew of her; except him!

Oh! He was so glad he’d found this treasure first. She was his to look after and care for — then he could lick the flesh from her bones so they shone as white as her fur. 
”It would be me honour to guide you, Ma’am.” The control of his bloodthirst was slipping, the rasping breathlessness was returning sooner than he anticipated. He could only entertain the thoughts of her for so long before she would realise — and flee. 

He took a deep shuddering breath and turned his head from her. He had to take a moment to console himself and make sure he didn’t try to taste her right there.
Oh, what sadistic thoughts ran through his mind. 

He looked back to her and inclined his head to the north-west. The way he’d come from. ”The ocean is back that ways.” It was ok, he would go with her and he could let her be happy. Happier still she could be with him. Maybe she would prove to be too much of a treasure to devour, but instead, he’d indulge his deepest desires in her. 
”Say, what’s your name?” His tainted eyes watched her, watched her neck as she brought forth the words and followed them to her lips. 

Mesmerising.