Ravensblood Forest Bloody Tails of Hunting Union

the way i made myself thirsty writing this post, lol.

cobwebbing details of the prophecy that refuses to ebb from ingram's mind make themselves known when they stare into the empty, dark sockets of the giftbone's soulless eyes and are left to tease the dreadfather even when they turn away to persue the physical need of sating their hunger and quenching their sudden thirst.

that was usual: the thirst, the cottony feeling of their tongue in their mouth.

after grabbing a quick bite at one of the food caches; dwindling, and lapping at the cooling waters of the nearest freshwater source, the dreadfather follows the one trail that seems to be as consistent as their own.

it does not take long to find her, amidst this pack of what feels like ghosting presences. the reminders of the 'prophecy' tug at the forefront of their mind, but they push it aside in favor of letting out a low chuff to garner ash paw's attention.