Ravensblood Forest look the weather in the lee

The man's reaction only served to earn him a harder glare: Raleska couldn't decide if the courtly bow was honest or pretentious. She sniffed, surprised by how defensive she was being of a stranger. She chalked it up to her emotions as of late, and the hardness of her life.

"It's really called Ravensblood Forest," Raleska chimed, her tone going from cold to gradually a bit less so. "But I think that sounds ominous. It's not my territory. What are you looking for?"