Esti was in the mood for something. She had a craving, one she knew well. She padded out over the snowy terrain as the moon set high in the sky. The ground acted like a mirror, shimmering in the pale moonlight. Similarly, the lighter parts of Esti's coat glimmered under the cloudless sky. She was well manicured. Her stomach had tightened since giving birth to Ashmedai and, arguably, the whole process had led to her body being more womanly than before, with hips that flared out from her now tightened stomach. The woman had checked herself over and over again in the mirror waters that were now frozen over. It was a very special wolf's birthday, and Esti had it in mind to give him a very special present.
They had gotten close before, but Esti was sure she was going to finish all the times they had stopped halfway, even if it took all night. With a troublesome smirk on her face, the woman sauntered to Revenge's den, calling out softly, almost purring his name. He wouldn't dare be asleep so early in the night, would he? No, surely not. She had maybe dropped hints of her plans at some point, whether or not he got them wasn't her problem. She shrugged of whatever tiny worries she had and settled herself out on the ground in the most attractive way she could think, waiting for the birthday boy to come out and play; her back paws tucked beneath her while her forelimbs lined up ahead of her, her tail curled just slightly as it lay behind her. All this while looking directly into the den. Where was her sweet, sweet Revenge?
