Ravensblood Forest you're by my side, but are you still with me?

seized in merrick's jaws, the serpentine coiling of astara's body momentarily stilled. she pressed her ragged throat to him, pushing back as he flanked her -- catching briefly that spark of a quickly extinguished flame in his gaze.

having learned to read him well, astara understood. her gaze rested upon him knowingly a moment longer, before she dipped her darkened crown and made to stride off. only once she had placed some distance between them did she turn back around, eyes already gilded by the huntsman's bloodfervor. she would hunt for him now, as he was wounded -- should he be hungry.