He had put up a hell of an act, the girl had even questioned her fate when the voice first called out to her. He had been lucky she believed in supernatural beings and ghosts, if she hadn't perhaps his cover would've been blown a lot faster. But damn it had been a cruel joke for the unsuspecting captive.
When the boy spoke again, trying to keep up his charade the skinny female's ears swiveled around her head while her golden orbs traced the outlines of a rather monstruous tree. Then without much warning a pale bag of fluff slipped from behind the jagged trunk, falling to the ground with a thud. She backed up with a jolt, thinking that whatever creature had been lurking there was coming for her but was quick to see that the terrorizing monster was nothing but a young wolf.
The girl's forehead and muzzle wrinkled into a frown, she was ashamed she had allowed the foolish boy to mess with her. She gave a low growl until she remembered she was the Viking's possetion, with a bitter taste in her mouth she swallowed a million curse words she would've liked to yell. Instead Claire simply huffed air from her nostrils like a bull while piercing his skin with her gold eyes. "You truly are a monster aren't you?" she barked non-chalantly, feeling a little prickling in her paws that told her to simply walk away.
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