Ravensblood Forest that is my cry

”Should you not know all?” elicited another girlish giggle from the false imp. ”But it’s so boring to know everything. I’d rather watch your face as you admit your secrets,” she told him, and received his chosen truth with a slow, contemplative nod. His face was calm - nothing stirred in the depths of his murkwater eyes. They shared their colour with the ocean, Bazi thought, and wondered if their owner was as tempestuous and wildly unpredictable as the mistress of the great salt water. Still one moment, boiling the next. She meant to find out.

”And did that hurt you to admit?” she probed. He had confessed to something that any wolf would consider noble - unless there was more to his story than what she inferred. ”I can’t see any shame in a noble kill.” So - as it noble? But she waited to see if he would pick up on the unspoken cue.