Ravensblood Forest look how long this love can hold its breath

The yearling moved like an old, decrepit woman as she reached for small strips of rabbit and slowly nibbled at them, chewing with meticulous care before finally swallowing. Her appetite wasn’t what it ought to have been, but she was slowly beginning to regain her strength. Between each bite she lapped at the melting snow that blanketed the ground, moistening her throat as she listened raptly to her tytär’s tale.

Swallowing a mouthful of rabbit, “You are — such a brave — intelligent — girl, Chusi,” Lotte praised warmly, her moonbright eyes glowing with pride. “Mountains — are dangerous — but so is hunting. So is — winter. Or swimming.” She shifted one shoulder in a blithe shrug; mountain climbing was probably one of the points upon which she and Arturo disagreed. “I think — we can try — together — when spring comes. Only on a — sunny day — in early afternoon. We want light — and dry ground — for your first — attempts. With me — and maybe your — Uncle Dagfinn.”

Although her tone was serious — Chusi was nearly an adult, and the dangers of mountain climbing could not be ignored or made light of — Lotte’s eyes sparkled fondly, and a smile shaped her mouth.