But it was a new night and now... now he could see just what a mess two unsupervised progenies had done. He didn't expect much from Tara, being as uncouth and unruly but Willa? she clearly didn't have too much sense of self preservation.
Take his room for example. It looked like someone had thrown pepto-bismol all over the walls. Instead of the quite, nordic theme sanctuary he had left he was now looking at a barbie room.
There were animals all over the cabin, pets and things just making a mess everywhere although Sylvie seemed amused by them.
As he'd left Sylvie to amuse herself after he'd fed from her he merely walked around the cabin in just his pants. Mentally he was taking notes of everything that had been changed, moved or replaced.