An occasional jogger passed them by, not noticing the pale woman and her large canine companion.
The wolf scented the air, a lone predator catching her attention, a young man waiting in the dark for a victim to pass.
"He is a catch, isn't he, Puppy." Drusilla unclipped the wolf's leash. "A nasty, little man who wants to inflict himself on others. Yummy!"
wordoftheday100 — privation
Part of the Park!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse