Lisbeth walked ahead of Elias, holding the rope daintily. He couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying body. Her hips were wonderful, swinging back and forth. What was becoming of him? Once an aspiring warrior. Now? About to be the plaything of Werewolf women. This was all so strange… he wanted to ask her so many questions. But didn’t know where to begin.
Lisbeth led him into a large tent. Somehow, the moment they entered it became so warm. As if the air within and the air without were entirely separate. He kept watching her move. Had to look up to see her face. What had caused this height difference? She turned around and reached for the tent’s flap.
Elias breathed steadily. He was face to face with her bust. He stood very still as she moved slow, leaning forward, her arms going past him. She pulled the flap shut so they were within their own sanctuary. Within, it was dimly lit but Elias couldn’t tell where the light was coming from. Oranges and yellows. It was like the very fabric of the tent was giving off light.
Lisbeth walked away from him. Then turned back around, looking him up and down.