I'm still yearning for your touch

Yes a fucking horse. His biting tones had returned, snapping at her. He had to admit it was a little hard to believe at first. Who takes in horses? It was all so...strange. "Could be interesting." Her voice a soft murmur as she let her sentence dangle. This bitch could make for some fun. His temper bubbled up again the more he thought about it. He caved nonetheless and followed her to the ground, anger slowly dissipating. She lifted her head to rest it across his shoulders, her smaller frame pressed against his. From what she had learned so far there was at least three to four packs, if not more. It couldn't be that hard to track this woman down again, especially if it was a habit for her to venture out, though now she may think twice about that. Apparently she needed the protection of her pack.

Packs. Such interesting things. Always looking for each other, helping one another, taking in the helpless. Much like their old pack, who had been stupid enough to take in the pair. She could almost smile at the memory. How wonderful it would be to take down a pack again. Or at least the alphas and rule the pack. Hm that sounded better. To be a Queen. It set her ambitions higher, but anything was possible right? She kept her thoughts to herself, not yet sharing them with her brother.

One thing at time. For now it would this white bitch. It was certain that her brother still had plans for her, no one got away from him. But did he have the patiences to lure her out into the shadows, away from the safety of her pack? Probably not. She could enjoy this. The thought of the woman's throat in her jaws made her mouth water. It was like a drug. She needed it, craved it. She was addicted. A blood thirsty, heartless bitch who had little regard for the life of another.

Throwing in a horse only made it more interesting. Had she ever seen a horse before? Not that she could remember. All she knew was that they were food, not friends, not meant to be protected. Their purpose was to fall and be killed, providing food for predators. Either this horse had some kind of value or the pack was just stupid. Silence enveloped the pair, both undoubtedly sharing similar thoughts but not sharing with the other just yet.

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