Prick Your Finger On The Spindle

Dark, dank, eerie… it was perfect.  Rœkia stifled a grin as wolf landed on her shoulder, the pair prowling deeper into the crypt, pausing to see that her darling prize was following her.  Soon the poison would take effect and she could sit back and enjoy the show. "Let's see…  I believe it's a right turn here." She shifted slowly around the corner, fur dragging slowly around the edge.  "How are you doing?" She stepped out into a cold stone chamber and turned to face the girl.  Wolf's claws dug slightly into her right shoulder, his dark gaze watching the events unfold silently.  He never knew what to think of his mistress' hobbies but if it brought her pleasure than who was he to deny her?  

"Speech"