Moonspear a marked deck

Almost as soon as he spotted her, he collapsed into ineloquent surrender. The action — and subsequent inaction — served to both mellow her desire for blood and to whet her appetite for cruelty. He was vulnerable, and she had spent so long stamping out vulnerabilty in herself that it was second-nature to stamp it out in the world around her.

But there was no call for that. He had acted according to the laws of the pack, and had been — seemed to have been — performing some kind of duty. Just what still remained to be seen.

Alya stepped fully out of the shadows, stepping over him with a low growl that warned against any aggressive or even defensive movements. She sniffed delicately at his throat and nipped at his rump to see if this would garner any response.