Dec 9, 2025
@usurpation
"Rufus, my dear," Tallulah approaches a man standing under a tree by their large castle. His brown hair dances in the wind as it blows against them. "You have been out here for some time. Come, it is cold out." Not that either one of them could feel the cold with Rufus's body temperature running hotter than a normal person for being a werewolf, and Tallulah's own being even warmer.
Tallulah senses someone here.