Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them

[Gale]

@Sintra

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me Gale picks at the bit of flesh lodged between two pointed teeth, and stares down at the dark mare below. The other wolves slowly vanish, fading to shadow as the magician’s attention leaves them and focused instead on the mare with the single violet eye. His own sides are still heaving from exertion; the chase she’d led him on had been more satisfying than most hunts of late. Swallowing the bit of gaskin skin that had been bothering him, his red tongue then licks at the blood along his lip, then lolls delightedly from the side of his mouth as he edges forward. Blue eyes, as bright as a summer sky, peer down at her. He rests his blue paws at the very edge of the drop, near enough that a bit of earth and stone clatter down toward Sintra, where she lies near the lava flow. Is there escape from where she lies? Gale is not certain - he does not go too near the lava. He will wait, and digest the emotions he’s already stolen from her, and when she is ready to run again, he will chase her. “How long will you stay down there?” He asks, his voice quite pleasant, as though he has not opened the many wounds along her body that seep red blood onto the dark stone of the ravine. “Come back up, and I promise to make it quick,” He lies. Should he go down? Should he stalk closer, press her back until she is forced to step into the red flow? Gale has not tasted cooked flesh before, but he thinks he might enjoy it. GALE