White Nights
_For Gabriel Clyde and Seth Drake, who know all too well_ The tall white Borzoi sat at his midnight table outside the café, enjoying the strange and magical sensations of the fragile light all around him. It was and it was not like twilight; it...
Breaking Down
"russian wolfhound, if that term isn't offensive somehow." "do you mean it to be offensive?" he asked simply. "no." "then i'm not offended." smiling, the wolfhound added, "thank you for being concerned. i try not to take offense first.
Leaving Starhold
"i had asked about his breed, mentioning russian wolfhound. i was afraid it might be considered offensive or insensitive or something, and he just asked if i meant it to be." she nodded, gracing my lips with a quick kiss before giving me back my head.