Ravensblood Forest It's in my blood, my bite

At Noir's calling, young Violante loped over curiously. She shared a glance with her sister, then moved closer to examine the eggs more closely. They smelled interesting, so she took one into her mouth and crunched into it. It was very fragile, crunchy, and filled with some sort of tasty goo. You gotta try that, she told Asara with a laugh. Then, she moved away to search for more tracks, and she had some luck — a few feathers were caught in a bush. She woofed lowly at her sister, wondering if she could find more.