The pict slowly began to release her other hand from the release the whole experience had loosened her muscles and joints yet further this time it was not for violence this time there was something else filling a part of her brain.<br/><br/>She saw the corruption and the evil and still she and her pack fought on, as the horses whinnied in the distances and the wild cats waited…they battled in the snow and the sand…<br/><br/><br/>Yet there was more, her body was both warm and cold, she could smell the scent of her own sex and a male, now she was growing hungry…her body was asking for something, her body needed something. One free hand toyed with her dark nipples and her breasts and then followed many patterns to her lips and her pink bud where her fingers joined Autolycus.  She continued with her moans and reached out for she could catch that scent of man even over the blood.<em>Yes</em>she said though it would mean nothing.<em> Yes Grass eyes</em>her hips writhed yet more against his and her own fingers.<br/><br/>