Larisa wanted little more than to dive into the deep, dark water of the ocean and swim for the northern shore that she could just still see in the fading light of the day. She itched to leave this place and never come back. Her island had been ruined. Hers! She had been the one to spot it and point it out, and now she felt forced away from it a little more, day by day.
She couldn’t leave though. She was still in heat; the damned, infernal feeling seemed so wretchedly slow to abate and while it persisted she knew that Crixus was never far away. Even once it was done she didn’t know what she could do. She was trapped, stuck between the wolves on this island and their always following eyes.
The pale white wolf inched into the water, but not to leave, just to fish. The frigid water of the bay swished around her legs as her eyes scanned the water. A fish and a crab already lay behind her, dead and waiting for her to take them to others who lived here. Perhaps an effort to feed her brother, or cousin, or god-damned Kaya would earn her some goodwill. For the moment, she was pleased enough with a moment alone and some sealife to take her anger and frustration out on.
Jun 26, 2018 05:39 PM
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