Ravensblood Forest and i can't wait to get it

the scent of wolf, tangled with the scent of many others draws rhaegal's attention away from his quarry. the girl is alone; draped in furs of chocolate and blonde, a sweep of his golden gaze told him.

the match of their gazes and the understanding of the silent question passed betwixt them.

rhaegal has no need for the meat: only the antlers. better then, if they were successful, that the meat go to someone who wanted it and did not instead rot.

a nod is given; a gesture of his muzzle given: choose regardless of if she chose to corral the buck or make the kill, rhaegal would follow.