Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

He found it hard to tear his own gaze away from the black pools that were the female's, her features entrancing and harrowing at the same time. He wasn't one to be easily unnerved — having witnessed the crimes Wednesday had committed and still remain by her side — yet the otherworldliness of the stranger made the brute slightly uncomfortable. Her proposition was a curious one, however, and Gristle found himself interested. He would never decline the opportunity of a meal, even if it meant hunting with two complete strangers.

As she addressed the other male, Gristle turned back to him, ears pricking as he bounced back an offer of his own. He hadn't the intelligence to piece together what the half-breed was talking about and was still intent on setting a hunt into motion. "Food," he grunted simply, looking back to the pale female. If he had the chance to fill his stomach, he would take it.