Hideaway Strath Holding hands, will it make me a sinner?

The night spoke clearly; Corrum knew his purpose. His search for Alula had never ceased, despite its short lapse. There was a certain tenderness about the girl that he craved, one that he knew would haunt him until felt once again. It was simple fate that had drawn him into the Teekon Wilds, and to fate was he ever grateful. His memory of the girl's face was faint, though he knew her scent like no other. He'd been following silently for days, wondering when the time might come to strike. 

Daddy? she'd called out. Corrum hesitated, finding the circumstances to be too forgiving. Desire burned within him, though he knew better than to get excited and spoil the hunt. From the darkness, Corruption was slow to appear; he crept from the shadows, still circling the girl's unknowing shape. I'm here, he whispered, finally painting himself a smile and trotting forward.