Ravensblood Forest Say my name

Forsyth turned away from the light and moved further into the darkness of the forest. The female caught a whiff of some blood. It caught her interest and moved towards it. The female was perfectly fine seeing in the dark. Soon she saw a shape moving. Her eyes scanned ahead as she kept moving forward. The shape seemed a cougar, though the scent was mingled with blood.

Forsyth stopped, her tail flickering behind her. Slowly the female recognized the shape as a male cougar. Slowly glee filled her. She sounded a low growl to indicate her interest. She stepped closer, feeling brave since she was getting close to being in season. She noticed the scars on the male, which meant that he was a skilled fighter it seemed. However, he did seem injured at this moment. Her interest wavered a bit. She didn't want a weak male to breed her.

The female lifted her head, her amber eyes on the male. There was a curious glance from the female. However, it was more skeptical of the male. She was pleased to finally find a cougar. 'You are injured," she stated the obvious.