Raven's Watch the ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face

the dark girl took him by surprise, but she didn't look particularly fearsome, if one looked past the scars. still, everyone had scars, here and there. this one more than others—can't judge a book by its cover, though. it just meant she was tough, right? she could punch back when life took a swing at her.

no, cortez didn't get nervous until the second wolf arrived, and then he lurched, a little unsteadily, to his feet, mind still a little abstracted by the ravens. they didn't smell like each other, which meant this probably wasn't an ambush. or maybe it was, and he was well and truly fucked, now. he didn't come out here to fight. he had just come to watch some goddamn birds. couldn't a fella birdwatch in peace?

hey, ladies, the shakti greeted casually, tossing them each a crooked smile before shifting on his paws. wasn't expecting a party here; sorry to crash it. he chuckled, the sound wry and nervous, his eyes shifting. god, for someone who made a habit of listening and absorbing others' stories, he was really, truly horrible at talking.