Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

He watched as the wetted blood came undone from her face and was lost to the creek. The coyotes howled again. He cocked an ear back, brow furrowing in thought as he registered that the distance between them and the dogs had increased. Perhaps they had found more suitable game, or perhaps his hale presence had deterred them from the injured wolf's trail. Either way, it seemed she would be spared their harassing fangs.

Jagwyr dropped the hare. "So," he drawled, sitting down. "Piss someone off?"