Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

bride price i — the antler tine

the seadragon hunts.

his intended had set the price for her hand in marriage: a six or more point antler and a doe skin.

the doe skin, the easiest task, rhaegal leaves for last.

he follows a lone buck through the bleeding forest, letting the light snowfall tumbling through the canopy yawning above blanket his back.

torn ear twitches — a small, instinctual cringe — golden gaze locks upon the prize: counting eight points upon the buck: strong and muscled ...but there is flecks of white along it's back and a slight but strange shift to it's walk that resembles a limp.

a cast off of it's herd due to it's inability to keep up? or chased off by a younger buck more hale and with plenty of virility? either was likely, rhaegal surmises.

for now, rhaegal hangs back; shadowing the buck but calculating his chances at taking it down for what he truly wanted.