Listen To My Mouthful of Razors

Ylva would soon be finished with the brute. He was rather mysterious, and she adored a good mystery, whether it would be an actual wolf, or something out of the ordinary that needed to be solved, whether it be good or bad, she didn't give a damn. Her green eyes shimmered with mischief and nodded her head. Indeed. They would see each other again, she was sure of that.

She felt his body brush against her own, feeling his maple and earthy mixture of his own scent. She flared her nostrils and nodded her head. Until then, she would be ready to bare his pups, and be his own. However, how she would bring the news to her brother, she was not sure. But, she did know that her brother would do whatever she wished, whether it be good or bad, and that was what she liked the most. Watching the alabaster brute vanish off into the distance, she turned away and began to walk to wherever she can cause more trouble, just the way she liked it.

-Exit Ylva-

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