Dragoncrest Cliffs To prove that hell is where my heart's been

mireille had noticed, but until raelle's scent had been with two of the small twisted bodies, she had thought it the work of her younger relatives, still gathering their wits when it came to hunting.
and that was not something worth a mention. "i was going to swim," the redwolf said with a look of query in her emerald eyes. "but it does not have to be the sea." perhaps a sweeter body of water might pique her company more.