The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

She hung the balance between fearful and furious. Fearful she was alone in the dark, and a wraith lurked afoot; furious that she could be reduced to so pathetic a thing, hiding in the cover of midnight like a trembling doe.

The thing beckoned — his whickering voice soft and inviting through the frozen pines. Raleska’s gaze lifted, scouring the impermeable black for the caller. She could see naught between the moonlight but a silvery sheen of movement.

She was discovered — there was no use hoping this one would pass her by. Raleska answered in turn, a quiet growl instructing the male come no closer.