Lost Creek Hollow It was in Vienna

Amadeus is silent for a moment, laying his head on the ground. She really has grown to look exactly like mother. Same small build, nearly the same coat if not for the charcoal points. Even that same fearful look mother used to get before the change. Then again, Milan had always been her twin.

It was a hint of sentimentality slipping through, one that Amadeus was quick to put behind him.

She has taken up shelter with an old woman and a yearling boy. A brutish old woman at that! There are young pups, but they do not belong to Milan. She shows no sign of motherhoods gift. The gift being bald, saggy tits of course. They truly did look like children from their own family line, though. It was strange. The fat one he had grabbed almost reminded him of cousin Beau before he grew into himself.

Amadeus eyes his sister; he knows that she must want to save Milan. Women were always weak to the sins of others. She abandoned us, and when I came to her she sent claws and teeth after me. There is not even a true man there to speak of. Not that he hadn't put up a very good fight, of course! She has strayed far from the light.