#c:rasmus

Cynthia was bored and when she was bored there was only one past time that seemed to make the young she-wolf happy. Strolling through the halls of the Chateau in search of a certain girl, human, whom she enjoyed tormenting immensely, she found herself out in the courtyard. 

There were the average slaves out, some she even knew, but not that one she was looking for. Her nose crinkled at a scent that seemed to pique her interest. It was human, that was apparent, but new. Eager feet traveled to the other side to find find a human leaning against the fence. A wicked grin crossed her features. “You would think they would stop bringing in humans. You lot only last a decade, then what am I complaining about. I’ll eventually get to hunt you down on a full moon.”