Den' awaited Morozko in the parking lot beyond.  The horse-turned-car drove pell mell back to Baba Yaga's.  Baba Yaga was in a rocking chair, smoking a pipe as the moon sailed past.  The smoke formed wisps of worms and inched off into the horizon slowly.

Den' shifted into a mare and stooped low so Morozko could dismount.

Baba Yaga wrinkled her nose, spotting the red on his teeth.  “I can smell the delicious sweat, blood, and soul of a human on you.  A hapless young woman, as usual?”

Morozko shrugged, taking the groceries from the horse's back onto his shoulder.  “I have my dalliances, just like you.  Banniks always love...