THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...
Peeling himself off the rock he repositioned his legs underneath him and gazed about the cavern. It was hard to see anything in this dark. "Me? Interesting?" Háre laughed. "I'm not the one with a cross on my shoulder, you my dear are far more interesting." He shot the woman a wink, the flirt rising though he felt no sexual attraction toward the woman. His tastes in women tended to run toward the more… experienced. However, tease was in his nature and sometimes he just couldn't help himself.
Háre laughed as she slid down following his trail and bouncing right into a rock. Tail wagging he grinned and gazed about himself. Fearless leader huh? "Alright then, lets go this way!" Háre took off to his right, weaving in and around rock formations into another chamber of the cave were a small stream flowed through. Gazing at the water he sniffed at it, debating if it was worth a drink. It smelt strongly of minerals. "I wonder how far this goes? Would make for an interesting den site… or a tomb."
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
