"Brigitte Snaps"
34. The Encounter, I
Brigitte can't move, scream or perform any sort of action because she is lying on her back in snow and the wolf, in all its grizzly glory and horrifying visage, is standing over her. It's looking at her, watching her.
Brigitte feels her breath get knotted up in her throat as the wolf's mouth opens, revealing the length and number of teeth, and it growls. Brigitte shivers, she tenses up, but she just can't move, her limbs are refusing to perform regular motions. It's fear, crippling her.
The wolf lingers, as if sizing her up, and then, starts to sniff her, the front teeth, sharp as daggers, scraping her coat and the beast's entire body leans in. Drawing in the air, its nose travels across her neck and circles her breasts and Brigitte shudders in disgust.
