Author's Notes - I DO NOT condone the hunting/killing of animals simply for their pelts. I think it is revolting and anyone who wears real fur should have a bucket of blood dumped on their heads. However, back in the time that SotD takes place(for the most part anyway), wolves were often killed not only for their fur but because of superstition.
Translyvania - 1400's
Flames danced merrily in the fireplace, leaping from log to log as if playing amongst themselves. Curled under a wolf-skin blanket, Rainia watched the flames with mild interest. A tankard of warm spiced cider was clutched in her hands in an effort to warm them and ward off the coldness of winter. Snow drifted danitily past the window, carried by an invisible breeze.
Feeling someone watching her, she glanced towards the entryway of the parlor. Vlad stood, half leaning against the frame,watching her silently. Motioning with her hand to the empty spot beside her, she smiled softly in invitation.He pushed himself off the wall and walked over to her, sitting next to her stiffly. Using her arm, she held up part of the blanket and draped it on his shoulders before snuggling next to him.Tense muscles relaxed and the Dark Prince exhaled with a slight sigh.