They Only Come Out At Night

Life here in Boreas was not quite as fulfilling as Issy had hoped it might be. She had yet to reunite with her father or brother… But Isabella wasn’t going to be deterred from her desires here. The Fabre woman would find them… and she’d have her fun along the way. Of that Issy was certain.

But tonight… ah tonight she was in rare form. That was, perhaps, due to her run in with the demonic temptress not too long ago. Had her own bloodlust and craving for pain been encouraged to the forefront thanks to that encounter?


She closed her orange orbs with a soft snort; what would her Gods think of such behaviors? Those great deities that watched over all the wolves within her family?

Ahh, and then quite unexpectedly a fresh scent wafts to her on the breeze. A male, a bit older than herself? A grin begins to dance upon her face as her lips gracefully widen: It was play time.

She tossed her head back, calling to the male in the dying light.

Let him come.