“Are you just going to sit there,” snarls the werewolf “While ze dies?”

There’s a person on the floor, werewolf bite already rotting away at zir guts. Whoever this visitor the the shoppe is, na sure fucked up.

Fortunately, this is not witch business. “Not my business. There’s a local pack nearby, if you’d like to fix your mistake. Good luck explaining to the alpha why you’re on eir territory, and why you bit a local.”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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