Moonspear Lost in the Shadows

warmth engulfed the sprinter like hot weighted blanket and shehe contently smiled in hisher sleep-

then came the scent, which was of wolfbeast, and was not of rodyn.

eyes opened wide and irises rolled to the side, to see blackstrangeshape pressed against herhim, warm and warm and bad-

the touch to shoulders made hairs stand up like a housecat.

-!! small, swallowed whine, trembling returning to limbs and yes yes- warming tk up.

little mouth parted and little voice asked;

where- whererodyn?

trembling trembling.