<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/2dURtYC.jpg)</div><br/>The werewolf stirred, the wounds on it's body still crackling with silver flame where her blade had bit deep.  It opened it's eyes and she noticed the glassy orbs, this was no true werewolf, this was a creation, a golem.  Probably a good thing too, for the wounds of a true werewolf could carry a dangerous curse.  Still it moved, slowly moving back to the open pedestal on the wall where there had once been a stuffed wolf.  She was at the ready, but it seemed no longer interested in fighting her.  It stood on it's pedestal, it's glassy eyes following her as it's head moved about on the stuffed neck.  She could see sawdust and batting leaking from the wounds in it's side now as the silver flames finally flickered out.  The creature was defeated, it would likely pose no more threat to her, though she knew better than to turn her back on it, especially since she could now clearly see a hard erect cock beneath it, and knew what would have happened if she'd lost that battle.