Lake Rodney She has a death wish

67°, currently it is foggy and set during evening. Located in lake rodney,

The howl rang out quite clearly. Calling forth the behemoth to go and see what one of his little followers were up to. The smell of blood quickly rang clear in his nostrils, once more welcoming him toward Serem in that delightful perfume she was often draped in.

Emerging from the mist that held the forest tightly, ruby eyes wandered over to the dark pelted woman; catching only a few of her words as he approached. Mmmm. he cooed, the baritones of his vocals sickeningly singing from his wretched maw. What I hear intrigues me. What are you planing little raven?