Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

her paws were small, elegantly formed; the singular of them did not escape his notice as the general hesitated only a moment before winds ruffled his hackles, brought a clearer glow to his lilac stare. perhaps in this they might find a different devisement, and one to chase away the carnal tension engendered by memories of their bodies —
ach!
the gargoyle sprang across the snows toward wylla now, jaws aiming to tear away her prize. he expected her willowy form to be more swift, even as he drove himself with more speed than usual.