the old woman reached down to stroke the fierce one and it swung a paw at her , claws out . it was the black of night , closer to dawn than to dusk . she deserved the happiness that came with a normal life , a life of not constantly looking over your shoulder . take his milky-white ring and bring it to me . needing to feel this pleasure he started to dream of what it would be like to be with her . sometimes taking us an hour or more out of our intended path . 