"How's the girl?" The man smoking his cigar asked while watching the fire turn the log into ashes. Menace never leaves his eyes after they turn blue. The middle-aged butler behind him remained to bow and not settle his gaze at the long-haired raven.
"She's not having a bite of her food, Sir. Perhaps the wolf mated with her, based on my observations." He said. The raven faced his direction, a smile of mischief carved on his face.
"Let her do what she wants. The more she behaved like that, the more I can lure those two pricks out of my way. Now, Gibs, where should I place a fox and wolf's fur?"
"Sir Dawn, I suggest putting it right there." Gibs pointed his words on the chimney's outside wall. Dawn's smile of menace went wider. He clapped before smashing his cigar on the ashtray.
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