She was trembling now, her porcelain joint ached as she shivered, she would've liked to let herself fall to the floor and accept her fate as the monster's snack but a little flame of life that still glimmered inside her heart refusued to give up.
With her ears pinned to the back of her skull and her tail neatly tucked between her thighs she looked around --she even brought herself to sniff up the eerie air around her, which told her that her companion was a male; but that wasn't all, another good whiff of the blinding fog revealed that it also wore the Vikings cologne. So in other words, it was from the pack too..
She wondered if it was only a cruel joke from Ragnar, who technically ruled these forests as the ghost seemed to claim --but then the thought of the voice actually belogning to a supernatural being returned. What if what she was hearing was no one but a Viking ghost who still haunted the lands that he used to inhabit?"The forest is Ragnar's" she barked with a wavering voice, that answer would anger a potential spirit but she figured it would please the savage Viking if it was really him behind the curtain.
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