She loved the evening. Nighttime had always been hers. There was something refreshing and awakening about mornings but nothing could beat the mystery that came with the night. The emptiness of the streets was less out of place - it was expected. Moon and stars that lid the way. She almost condemned the street lights. They took away some of the spark, forcing the night to endure humanity's will. Myrkvan and Fenrir fitted in perfectly.
One black, one white.
Shadow and light.
Yin and yang.
Only that yang had just decided to eat a shoe. Katherine was trapped between a chuckle and a sigh. "You silly thing," she said with pure affection. "That is nothing to eat. If you have to eat shoe, chew on Thor's. That's less dirty." Myrk glanced up, almost guiltily. She let go of it. It was the difference between the two. Fenrir would not care. He was a strong willed little bastard.