Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

ah, a fledgling. no wonder he looked unfinished, and spoke so openly. he had not yet learned to temper himself; as a wolf, he likely would never need to.
the rumble of his belly goes ignored, although they hear it.
you hunger. she has begun to roam the length of him, swift down one side and then slowly appraising up the other. more a spider than anything.
which appetite do you wish to feed first?
it is rare that a deal would fall so willingly in to the jewel's lap, and she is greedy for it.