That was it, the pronunciation of his death sentence. Rylech expected to feel some sort of mortal terror at this, but, he didn't. Indeed the wolfess was like a goddess to him now, she was a primal deity that had demanded his all and he wished only to give it to her.<br/><br/>"I am yours," he said, "take me if you must, but please don't smother me in anything but your loveliness; I wish to feel every inch of your beauty from the inside as I did from the out, though if you wish to garnesh me for your own pleasure, it is all of your power to do so."<br/><br/>In a way, he was in love, love with his very destruction, but he didn't care. The great huntress wanted him, and that was all that mattered.