Still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or W:tA To my dear readers, I apologize for my long silence, and the short chapter.
Malik watched Yugi watching him and suppressed a smile, instead digging his fingers into the wolf's ruff. Silky black fur slipped between his fingers as the animal pressed into his hand, her huge golden eyes looking up at him expectantly... and, he thought, with just a bit of sardonic humor. His lady love had a rather strange sense of humor that he suspected was peculiar to her kind. He knelt down next to her, his fingers searching out the places she most liked to be scratched. "Shall we be off, m'lady?" he whispered in one of her huge ears.
The wolf gave a very un-wolflike nod and pulled away from his hand, turning towards the hotel, her great fluffy tail wagging almost like the dogs he had known in his youth. Of course, those dogs had been sleek, short haired creatures best suited towards hunting in the desert. The wolf's shaggy, coal black coat was better suited to far colder climates. Even know he could picture her as he had first seen her, hot on the trail of a deer that they had both been hunting, in icy woods far too the north of the nearest city. She had been a creature of terrible fierceness. He had, very wisely, been afraid of her.
And that was *before* he had known she was of the changing ilk.
Malik watched Yugi watching him and suppressed a smile, instead digging his fingers into the wolf's ruff. Silky black fur slipped between his fingers as the animal pressed into his hand, her huge golden eyes looking up at him expectantly... and, he thought, with just a bit of sardonic humor. His lady love had a rather strange sense of humor that he suspected was peculiar to her kind. He knelt down next to her, his fingers searching out the places she most liked to be scratched. "Shall we be off, m'lady?" he whispered in one of her huge ears.
The wolf gave a very un-wolflike nod and pulled away from his hand, turning towards the hotel, her great fluffy tail wagging almost like the dogs he had known in his youth. Of course, those dogs had been sleek, short haired creatures best suited towards hunting in the desert. The wolf's shaggy, coal black coat was better suited to far colder climates. Even know he could picture her as he had first seen her, hot on the trail of a deer that they had both been hunting, in icy woods far too the north of the nearest city. She had been a creature of terrible fierceness. He had, very wisely, been afraid of her.
And that was *before* he had known she was of the changing ilk.