Chapter 6

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The thin muslin went flaring up the chimney like a magic bird and now off came her skirt, her woollen stockings, her shoes, and on to the fire they went, too, and were gone for good. The firelight shone through the edges of her skin;now she was clothed only in her untouched integument of flesh. This dazzling, naked. She combed her hair through her fingers ;her hair looked like darkness itself. Then her eyes went directly to the man with teal eyes in whose unkempt mane the lice moved ;Karin stood up on tip toe and she unbuttoned the collar of Toshiro's shirt.
"What big arms you have" "All the better to hug you with" Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave the kiss she owed to him. "What big teeth you have"  She saw how his Jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamor of the forest's liebestod but Karin never flinched, even when he answered. "All the better to eat you with"  Karin burst out laughing she knew she was nobody's meat.
She laughed at him full in the face, she ripped off his shirt for him and flung it onto the fire, in the fiery wake of her own discarded clothing. The flames danced like dead souls. Carnivore incarnate, only immaculate flesh appeases Toshiro. She will lay his head on her lap and she would love him, as he will bid her, as she would do in a savage marriage ceremony.
The blizzard will die down. The blizzard died down, leaving the mountains as randomly covered with snow as if a blind woman had thrown a sheet over them, the upper branches of the forest pines limed, creaking, swollen with the fall.
Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints. All silent, all still. Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of solstice wide open;let them all sink through. "See!" sweet and sound she sleeps in bed,between the paws of the tender wolf.
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