With everything packed, they were all ready to leave for the mating ceremony at the pack-house. Radagast stood leaning against the side of the black SUV. He studied Willow hanging around her car. She used the bag Isobel showed her for her things.
“Good girl.” Radagast thought to himself. Thinking back to the night before, of her shoulders just sticking out above the water, glowing in the candlelight. Although Willow is shorter than Isobel, she was still slim, and he can imagine how she would feel in his hands.
She was almost the complete opposite of Isobel, with her long black hair flowing around her wildly, that always seemed to end up in front of her eyes. In contrast, her eyes were as blue as the ocean, looking right into the deepest, darkest corners of your being. Fitting with her
