Ravensblood Forest I Will Walk 500 More!

sorry for the hold up!

his instinct had been correct -- engel has laid with samaantine. while that's the assumption he'd been operating under to begin with, hearing the loving description, her dark as the night (bleh) fur and those green eyes (meh), twists his stomach uncomfortably. he can't help himself from sliding closer, circling so that his mouth comes to rest by engel's ear. "i wouldn't describe your meeting my dear sister as lucky, but to each his own, i suppose," samothes murmurs, voice low and silky, and then abruptly pulls away, any mischief in his gaze replaced by something cold and judgemental. "samaantine," he says, cocks an eyebrow, "no?"