Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[bitten_notshy]

"You don't like having an advantage over everyone else," Jack said. "Actually, it speaks well of you."

[glacial_queen]

"I don't know if it's that," Karla said, truly teasing now, "or if I just don't like flaunting that advantage."

[bitten_notshy]

"You don't strike me as the retiring sort."

[glacial_queen]

"I suppose I don't at that," Karla said, chuckling. "I used to drive my mother's Steward nuts. I'm a Queen, but he could never turn me into a lady."