Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

SORRY

His teeth still rang from the snap of his eager jaws closing around nothing but thin air as he had missed his target. It seemed it was a lucky day for the deer and her herd as they narrowly escaped losing one of their members and scampered off into the distance. The trio had followed them, but Gristle was the first to lag behind, his large form tiring quickly from sprinting. When the other male began to slow, he caught up to him and flopped to his side, watching as the female continued on as if she could make up for their failure herself. A fool's quest, but he admired her tenacity.

When she returned, the mood was considerably more sour. He looked to her, giving a rumble of almost-sympathy before turning back to the coywolf. With a lip raised, he scoffed at the man's statement. In his mind, he had been the one who had messed up. Still lying on his side — he was still catching his breath from the chase — the brute snarled at the other. "Your fault," he snapped under his breath, though still loud enough for him to hear.