Deepwood Weald Both the slave and the empress

The unison reminded her of a past long gone by now. Diving through the crow flooded forest of Blackfeather, on the hunt after something. Except here the shadows were alive in a far more tangible way. The two of them roused the forest into life as they lunged after the movement.

Her jaws parted slightly, mentally alert and excited by the scent on the wind. Foreign to her, hardly enough experience chasing after them.

To a trained, exposed nose? A fox.

Perhaps an unusual hunt, but Jakoul remained committed to the chase. Willowy and streamline as she ebbed and flowed by his side. A furious hunger buried within every inch of her.

if you’d prefer something else prey wise, i can edit!