Silver Creek let's kill someone

a woman being a key: iliksis, for the second time in their short conversation, seemed to overturn this statement and inspect it. he had always thought of the warm thighs and soft opening of a woman more like a keyhole, and his dick the key -- but he supposed if this wolf was concerned about the coming generations (as it seemed he was) iliksis could gladly do his part to ensure it.

his composure was kept gravely interested, despite the rotted delight that spread luxuriously out within his aching body. "that seems reasonable." he concluded, shaking off the snow that had quietly accumulated on his back during their conversation. "where were you staying? there's a few old dens nearby - just north of the creek's mouth. found them earlier this morning." he didn't add he had been looking for something else when he found those dens -- which, by the looks of things, had once been inhabited by wolves long ago.