The werewolf smiles vacantly at the witch.

The witch glares.

In the background, something shatters loudly.

“Take the dogs.” demands the witch “They aren’t mine.”

“They aren’t ours.” says the werewolf pleasantly “And [Alpha] is sick and unable to override that decision for the next several days. Give your dogs to someone else.”

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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