Ravensblood Forest who do you turn to when the night is darkest?

she's heaved the right way around and suddenly he's below her, and he's beckoning her to snatch the prize that is his scarred throat. incredulousness burns in her thoughts but it is dark anger that flashes in her gaze, and she wastes no time in making her move. her muzzle slashes in the manner of a viper, and there is blood in her teeth; her tongue. her fangs are lodged in the soft place beneath his chin, where so far the skin is whole and unscarred. she withdraws yet remains atop him, tongue flicking out to catch the blood seeping there. it is reminiscent of the day outside the cave so long ago. "you're dull." is all she says, and her eyes dance with all the fire of her youth passed.