"A Werewolf? That doesn't sound too bad. I just lost Light and Grey, so you might... You might... Yeah. Anyways..."
Mark's gaze went back to the snowstorm.
Elisa extended her arms and played with her fidgeting fingers.
'So they were taken away. Mm...' She wondered.
Seconds later,
"I might what?"
"Nevermind. It's just that-" Mark's slowly moved back to her.
What he found was...
Elisa's right hand next to her face.
Her fingers curled down.
She proudly showcase her newly obtained sharp canines and,
Rawr-
He froze in place.
Not all the reaction she had expected.
Elisa turned away, clearly embarrassed.
'Why the hell did I do that...?'
Imitating Werewolves?
Imitating the dozens, no.
The hundreds and hundreds of Beasts Mark had fought to make it here.
To make it to this place.
To the place they stood on.
Rawr-
