whose afraid... [Bellfae]

[Gryffen]

“Then Lead.” It would be a lie to say he’s a little disappointed with her lack of a fight. Something stirs deep within her, he can sense it. However she gives him a sarcastic grin while obeying him none the less. So he says nothing, simply leads. With her he does not need to nip at her heels or make sure she won’t stray away. There’s nowhere else for her to go, not yet. The Mountains are calling, he can see the ridged peaks before he feels the winds icy fingers grazing against his pale skin. This is much better, his gait loosens as he crosses the border and leaves the warmth behind. He always wonders what the new girls think when they first see all the ravens. For the black birds are everywhere, quiet and watchful from their perches on pine branches. A cool mist envelops the range of his home but it bothers him little. This is the way he prefers it. He continues to lead her deeper into the land until they come into a low small clearing at the heart of the mountains. This is where Minette and his daughter linger, awaiting his beck and call. He turns now to the silver mare behind him. He wastes no time in pressing up against her, letting his scent linger with hers as his muzzle presses seductively into the base of her neck. ”Welcome to the Mountains.“ The Chamber ghost whispers, crimson eyes taking her in like a prize. ”I’m Gryffen. Follow my rules and things will go well for you.” His teeth graze almost lovingly against her skin but there’s no warmth in his action. ”I assume you have a name.” Not that she would get to keep it, he liked to give his own names for his girls. Minette was his little minnow who was not allowed to swim to other ponds. What would this one become? Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf