Ravensblood Forest Let our hearts be the only sound.

When at last she picked up on his fresh scent, the dragoness' pace quickened. She jogged through the bleeding trees, prowling the darkness with determination in her long stride. Her tail flagged and she paused from time to time to rumble inwardly in frustration, for her urgency caused her to lose track of her intended among the dense woodland. Durnehviir was painfully aware that Constantine lingered somewhere in the shadows - always, always just out of reach.

She huffed through her nostrils, a smoky plume that floated overhead to dissipate in the night air. Turning away, champagne eyes peered through the gentle snow flurry to finally fall upon a pair of gleaming orange eyes. Her oversized ginger ears pressed forward and her breath hitched, her heart hammering within her breast as she quietly stared at him from a distance. Briefly, she recalled their first encounter in the meadow and how they'd connected in the very same way, and she chose to remain silent.

Her eyes wandered hungrily over his proud physique, and the mere sight of him was enough to set her skin aflame. Durnehviir's expression softened as she sought to meet his gaze once more, and she beckoned him to her with a simple twitch of her dainty nose.