Ravensblood Forest Some Good Ol’ Family Bonding

She was growing restless. Her shoulder itched, and the various bites and bruises from the battle on the beach- she would never admit how stupid she had been to get into such a mess- finally were healed. 
She was hungry. It had been ages since her last guard had sacrificed himself. She wanted blood. 
So it was a sigh of relief when she heard Donovan's sharp call. A hunt. Good. She wasn't nearly as deadly a hunter as she was a fighter, but she could hold her own. 
She made her appearance, slipping into view like a phantom, eyes on her king. 
"You summoned?" A bite of sarcasm in her voice, the only one who dared toe so close to the line of disrespect.