Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

Upon her return, Rieka could feel with her senses the presence of magic, how it rippled over her skin as she reached the door. It is a spell she is familiar with, being that his father used to cast such a spell upon the doors whenever he left to deal with business which demand his attention. A quick glance about revealed he did improve this small shack in her absence not that she is complaining. I see youve been busy, Rieka pointed out on a chuckle, though it is blatantly obvious and somewhat redundant to say. It was then that her eyes finally came to land on him however, she did not expect him to be in nothing but his underwear. In an instant, Rieka tore her gaze away, to preserve his dignity and privacy where it is due. As a werewolf, a little skin is nothing to be embarrassed about and yet, humans are so strange in this way. If she was to prance about without a scrap of fabric on, most -if not all- will take offense and order that she put clothes on. I managed to return the robe, Rieka spoke up, a hand pulling off the hood of her robe, revealing herself to him once again. Your scent was fresh enough I could follow it back to where you found it. As for supplies Rieka untied her robe, and upon discarding it, pulled a small bag off her shoulder. I wasnt too worried about weapons. I did get you something, in case Im not nearby to protect you, but nothing more than that. I also managed to buy us both clothes, enough for three days or so. There is a waterfall nearby, it will be easy to bathe and wash up when we need to. Rieka shifted through the clothes to find one thing in particular. I bought you a little something while I was out, she spoke up, finding that which she was looking for. It is nothing special, and it will not change their situation any however, the moment she noticed it being sold by an elderly merchant, she could not resist getting it for him. A rare, carefree smile appeared on her lips. A small jar was pulled out, and it exchanged hands before long. Cuskynoles are fruit-filled ravioli, a nice little dessert he can partake in later. Rieka likes it herself, but as his stepmother, it is her duty to look after him, to protect the young man. It is not only her duty, it is something she needs to do. I was told these were made just this morning, and with blackberries, blueberries and strawberries. More than a little pleased with herself, Rieka chuckled a bit before going through the motions of changing out of her dress. If she is to hunt she needs to be naked beforehand, else rip her clothes to shreds. A hand ran through her dark brown hair, an old gesture that implies she is deep in thought. Do you still wish to watch me shift? Rieka felt obligated to ask, looking at him from over her shoulder. Day has come and gone - outside, the sun was dipping just below the horizon, thus, rays of gold slipped in through the window, rippled over the contours of her naked body. Nothing is delicate about this young woman. In fact, she is built like a fighter, a warrior, her shoulders broad and strong, her arms subtly toned with muscle. Riekas hips were also wide, too, her legs long and just as toned, if not more so, being that she is a fast runner. I know you want to sleep with me tonight in my one form, but I want you to enjoy your treat, too. Most women have pale skin, hands soft as silk however, it is different with her. From head to toe, Rieka is the soft brown of caramel, her hands rough with calluses. Her eyes drifted out through the window to the forest beyond, drawn to the dappled greens that which rustle and shift under the gentle persuasion of a breeze.