Being locked in with this creature as a predator is bad enough, and Miaren starts backing away, knowing that running inevitably triggers the 'chase' instinct.  Seeing the look in the creature's eyes infuses her with a fresh horror.  The hunger in its eyes isn't the hunger for fresh, bloody meat.<br/><br/>What's worse is the fact that the ointments have not relented in their smoky influence.  The heat still runs through her tightly bound breasts and folds that have been teased almost to fluidity by Fern's fingers.<br/><br/><em>It's those potions he gave me,</em>she tells herself, but she can still feel the wetness, and she is sure that the gryphon can scent it just as easily.