Kinda off topic since hes some sorta feline, and not actually a werewolf, but hey… I figure plenty of people would still like a bit of Katerina x Rengar noncon to make their monday suck a bit less. At night the woods are dark and full of fearful things, but you must go to make your deliveries, to receive and take away from the homesteads and the farther neighbors. And so you take your red cloak around your shoulders, dark hair tumbling out from under the hood, and grip your basket tight as you walk out under the moonlight. The woods are full of long stretches of silence, the night peepers and singing insects having long since gone to bed themselves. Whispers of wind bring snatches of voices past your ear, and you struggle not to listen, to pay no mind to the soft wailing of wolves far distant.