Now a great howling rose up all around them, near, very near, the howling multitude of Wolves, she knew the worst Wolves are hairy on the inside and she shivered, in spite of the coat she pulled more closely round herself as if it could protect her although it was as red as the blood she must spill.
"who has come to sing us carols" Karin said "Those are the voices of my brothers, darling. I love being able to kill. Lookout the window and you'll see them". Snow-caked the lattice and Karin opened it to look outside. It was a white night of moon and snow, the blizzard whirled around the gaunt, great beasts who squatted on their haunches among the rows of winter cabbage,pointing their sharp snouts to the moon and howling as if their hearts would break. Ten Wolves, twenty Wolves so many Wolves she could not count them, howling in concert as if demented or deranged. Their eyes reflected the light from the little room and shone like hundred candles.
"It is very cold, poor things" Karin said, he waited for Karin to turn around and he smirked "What shall I do with my coat" "Throw it on the fire, dear one. You won't need it agin"
She bundled up her coat and threw it on the blaze, which instantly consumed it. Then she drew her blouse over her head, her breasts gleamed as if the snow had invaded the room" what shall I do with my blouse" "Into the fire with it, too, my pet"
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The Wolf (hitsukarin)
WerewolfOne beast and only one howls in the woods by night. The Wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious ;once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do
