Wolfe turned to see the green robes of the female whose pursuer he had shot just the other day. Her figure was curvy in an athletic way from what he could tell under the robes, and the hood was draped over a bestial muzzle straight out of a werewolf horror movie.
Not the ones where they turn into full-blown wolves, but the half-monster version. Only, on closer inspection, this one looked more elegant and dignified, more like a fox than a rabid wolf.
Looking more closely, Mary still might like this one, though. The long hairs on the parts of her that were visible looked close enough to fur and had a silky appearance to them that promised softness.
"You know he's going to run away, right?" She asked.
