Silver Creek cocoa

if iliksis was aware of the she-wolf's recognition of the dark pull in his eyes, he did not show it. with smooth-practiced ease the monster steered one limb in front of the other, walking so that the downy-pelt of the woman was no longer visible.

he was hungry, and his teeth were set on edge in frustration -- it was unnatural for him to surprise his urges, and much like a bird derived of flight, he sunk to new abysmal depths, his mind churning with fanatic new schemes for how each woman in rosings would be introduced to true terror.

already, the dybbuk was gone -- the only thing left in his passing were the crisp pawprints imprinted upon the snow.