Golden Moose

unfortunately for kesik, caiaphas had pulled the very same trick upon several wolves in the vicinity, not including autumn. for a moment she considered the truth behind his spasms -- if he were truly rabid, she was playing a risky game. all the same, she considered rabies a spectacular way to go.

as he barreled past her the salted wretch side-stepped, bounding artfully out of his grasp only to slither back around and settle on the very log he had moments before been kingly sitting upon. she hunkered down, melting into the log's grooves in the manner of a demon, her eyes feral and hungry as she peered down at the frothy thing. "i guess that means you can't kiss autumn anymore." she imparted in singsong with a snide jeer.