Syron's eyes watched the flickering flame travel back and forth in the darkness, only illuminated by a small amount of moonlight, but enough to see. Though it didn't mind the wolves, they could see just as well as in the day, if not better. Syron began slowly moving towards her, as Lyre began moving again too. When Anita began backing up, she would hit against Lyre, and slide over his back, falling backwards to the ground. Lyre grabbed the lantern from her, and moved away a little, then set it down carefully, as to not start a fire. Syron continued his advance, in more ways than one, as his head traveled up her skirt again, and pressed firmly against her bare slit again, his size giving him the power to do so easily.