Ravensblood Forest torture saints with a single glance

arrogant, single-minded. it is a combination of traits she has seen before. she offers no other remarks, though his lack of clear answer for her question leads her to believe the circumstances surrounding the war he speaks of are not as clear-cut and singular as he makes them out to be. and should a pack that only trains for battle not expect, then, to incite one? 

finally, he offers a name, and a location. something clicks, and her tailtip twitches. "I met a woman, weeks ago. she claimed to lead the saints; you are the partner she spoke of, then?" brow twitches. "she described your choice of words as 'fluffy'" she mentions, an offhand remark. 

"I'll see your canyon," she decides. perhaps it is the familiarity that tugs at her; a pack of warriors led by a huge male. perhaps she will kill him and take his place one day, too. the thought passes, even as the skies rent and rain begins to drum against the earth.