Ravensblood Forest I Will Walk 500 More!

a pity. samaantine's got her hooks into him, and he was so cute. but oh well, it can't be helped if he's not going to run the risk of upsetting her. his expression turns bored and he offers only a shrug, taking a couple steps back toward ravensblood's borders. "so long as you're useful to her," samothes tells him cryptically, "but don't expect it to last." what is it about her that turns men into drooling idiots? he's not oblivious to her beauty, but she has no natural charm like he -- perhaps it is some mystifing quality of women he does not have or comprehend. 

the messeda brother clears his throat, falling back seamlessly into the role of ravensblood's representative as if they had not just nearly consummated their meeting in a rather frisky manner. "ravensblood shall have no qualms with your coastal pack, so long as you respect our claim. what is the name of your group?" like he's going to leave this meeting without extracting all of the information he needs. please.