Ravensblood Forest torture saints with a single glance

He too can’t help but laugh again. “Yes revenge is fair. Yet a war? I think not. Oh well. She wants to spill blood over something as useless as that, then so be it.” He shrugs once more. He couldn’t give a rats ass about the coastal wolves. Perhaps the only competent one he’s met is the black and white one. Minori was her name. “My pack is of seasoned warriors and all they do is train for such things. We would prevail in the end anyhow. Especially with an island full of mothers and pups.” He scoffs with a challenging smirk.

Then she finally speaks her name and his eyes meet hers once more. “I am, dear. I have nine in my pack and we reside in Redsand Canyon. We’re known as the Saints of the Dying Light. Perhaps once you’ve healed you’d decide to stay. Though I will not pressure you.” He offers considerably. “I will lead you back as safely as I’m able to.”