Lone Star Mountain #newdaynewme

The girl offered him a pitiful whine that expressed her inability to move forward. He could feel her holding fast to the earth when he pressed himself against her. It hurt her to move, but it would hurt more if they stayed on the mountain overnight. Her limbs would ache by morning, to the point that she would hardly be able to stand. The devil needed her in a secluded place so that he could tend to her and make her presentable to others. He needed her to move.
 
Scoffing, the piebald fiend nudged her with his nose and then moved to stand at her front. His tail raised, and he brushed it against her face repeatedly to give her an idea what he wanted to do. “Take my tail. If I lose it, you’ll be in trouble,” he growled coldly. The hound planned to lead her himself. Ithrik was pleased that he could take such a beautiful creature and share it with his nephew. The brute only planned to wait for a few moments before he would walk away from her and show her the true fear of being alone without her sight.