Overture Downs seekers wish

Surely you do not wish to run from me forever! Wake gave a coltish protest as she started to slither from him. He grappled at her in faux might, intentionally letting her slip through his grasp so that he might feel the forceful grind of her lean body against him.

A whisper then, telling him to fear her, before she wrenched herself free and pirouetted to taunt him with a rebellious swish of her tail.

Wake lie in the snow for a moment, merely admiring her. She had surprised him with her spirit, her raciness, her soul flame. None of this could be seen beneath her worshiper veneer. What may have appeared to be a saintly statue affixed to the altar of the caribou church, had transformed into a dancing meadow siren. One he intended to catch and make his wishes upon.

The winterwolf sprang after her, bounding with the strides of a stag as she whirled away from him, the two of them kicking up a flurry as they raced.