i will consume you.

He sat and she did as well. The woman stared at him with awe. Lust radiated from her very being. Mahogany fur was littered with specks of snow. She licked her lips, dribble nearly leaked from her jagged maw. She was fidgiting visibly and within her broken mind. Canttina stared into his crimson eyes. Her sunny orbs beamed with darkness. She was a sinner and sin they would do. He asked her a question with a horribly baritone voice. His vocals filled her mind with lusty fog. "My name is Canttina, darling." She smirked, crimson fangs came into view. Though, his voice filled her auds once more and she giggled. His name was Creedance Voltair. Oh, she enjoyed that one. She eyed his pristine white fur with yearning. Want poured from her being more and more each second. The conclusion to his sentence made her tilt her head. "Oh? I thought that was me. Hmmm, I have some competition. I am the big bad Wolf of the North. The monster within the snow. The bitch from hell. This happens to be my home as well. Casa Doodad. That is what I call it. But, who the fuck knows. It looks like a pile of frozen shit. But, it wards off the little wolfies whom are scared of strange thingies that the Gods plopped onto the ground. Maybe it is God shit. They pooped out the thing and stuck it in the snow. Hmm..." She rambled on and on without a care before she caught her breath. A dark giggle filled the air as she spoke once more. "Though, I do not mind the daemon of these lands within my den. He is welcome anytime within my private quarters."