Sequoia Coast The Journey of the Lost

"You are no viking, Hrafn." 

She resisted the urge to say De runds, or Oh really? to prevent herself from receiving more than what was to come.
Raven watched Syver study her once more, then turn his back to her. She figured he would deliver the punishment tommorow, or some other time, so she turned her attention to the moon. It was looking to be a Luna der Verô, but due to the clouds, she could not tell. She did hope she was wrong, for she did not like surprises. Just as she furrowed her dark brow from the hidden message, she felt a force shove itself dead center in her chest, with fangs cold as dawns birth in her right shoulder, and she was knocked breathless, too surprised to even call out.