Does it ever get better than this?

She heard the sound of claws clicking against stone - the first indication she always received that Absinth was on her way back to her. She knew the white wolf was a busy member of a band, and she didn’t begrudge her the time away. It made the moments she had for Raka all the sweeter.

She got to her paws, and was stretching out her long limbs when a white shape suddenly lunged out at her. Stretched as she was, she fell easily. Before she could have any time to worry, Absinth’s familiar voice brushed against her ears. Sending shivers down her spine.

As she fell, she rolled. Falling on her back, and dragging the pale creature ontop of her. “Oh no! Got me.” She teased, looking into the stunning mossy eyes of the older wolf. “Do you have any plans for your victim?” Willing victim, at that.


"Karaka"